I think I may be going to hell...
OK, so I just got back from eating out with my mom and brother. Food was good, family was good, everything going hunkey-dorey. As we are walking back to the car, I notice this store, and the sign looked like this:
White Black
House Market
I was fascinated by this store, because upon looking inside I saw they only sold clothes and stuff that were black and/or white! I'm standing on the sidewalk, looking in the store, when I notice the sign. So I say, aloud, "I wonder what the name is? White Black House Market? White House Black Market? White Market Black House?". I'm basically just saying those four words over and over. In the middle of this thinking aloud, a black gentleman walks by giving me a very dirty look. I'm really confused, and I get back in the car where Elliot and Mom inform me that I'm a racist. Wow, I'm clueless sometimes.
Things are going pretty slow otherwise. My education class has re-entered my good graces, as it is seeming more and more college level instead of third grade. The topic for my history Research Methods class is British Imperialism, and it's really boring so far. Kind of like typing in this LiveJournal is. My other classes are going blah blah blah.
Well, I'm pretty tired right now. So I can either continue typing on this thing or take a nap. Which do you think I'll do? You can probably figure it out.
White Black
House Market
I was fascinated by this store, because upon looking inside I saw they only sold clothes and stuff that were black and/or white! I'm standing on the sidewalk, looking in the store, when I notice the sign. So I say, aloud, "I wonder what the name is? White Black House Market? White House Black Market? White Market Black House?". I'm basically just saying those four words over and over. In the middle of this thinking aloud, a black gentleman walks by giving me a very dirty look. I'm really confused, and I get back in the car where Elliot and Mom inform me that I'm a racist. Wow, I'm clueless sometimes.
Things are going pretty slow otherwise. My education class has re-entered my good graces, as it is seeming more and more college level instead of third grade. The topic for my history Research Methods class is British Imperialism, and it's really boring so far. Kind of like typing in this LiveJournal is. My other classes are going blah blah blah.
Well, I'm pretty tired right now. So I can either continue typing on this thing or take a nap. Which do you think I'll do? You can probably figure it out.