Well done, Sentinel.
“Institutionalised Racism,” anybody?
A lovely last night in West Chester.
Positives: I now have no problem working til 9 any given night.
Negatives: I will probably have to work til 9 every night of the week forever and ever amen.
In all seriousness, I have not been this emotional in a very long time, which is saying something for me.
The picture of us attached is from the weekend before last, a lovely and blissful night of romance and love (and hookah). Olivia says it is her favorite photo of us, meaning her favorite photo of her where I just so happen to be included because, apparently, I always look good in photos no matter what.
I can’t help looking and feeling happy around her. That’s probably why I always look so good in photos with her - I’m practically glowing. The person who dropped out of college ~6 months ago is long dead, in a good way.
Olivia made me a scrapbook. It’s a compilation of her drawings and doodles, mostly my/our favorites, and excerpts from her writings about me, in addition to some very heartfelt letters.
I opened it up, and was faced with two or three pages of text! This from the girl who claims to be uncreative and bad at writing.
I barely made it through the first page before couldn’t see through my tears anymore.
I have never, ever had anybody do or say anything this meaningful and important for or to me. Parents and family don’t count. I mean relationships, be they platonic or romantic or something frustratingly in-between.
I’m also a huge cry-baby, but that’s not news. It’s just been a very, very long time since anybody made me cry tears of joy. The last few times, actually, it was myself causing me to cry, namely on occasions such as my high school graduation and other stuff I don’t remember, because I had to be proud of myself on behalf of all my non-existent friends, I guess.
Also, I quit smoking. I titled this post after the slogan of the company from which I bought my shiny new e-cigarette(s) - V2 Cigs - because I really like the idea. It’s like “hey, we get it, you like nicotine, that’s cool, so here, enjoy the same pleasures without fucking over yourself and everybody you love.” Tough love. I like it*. So yeah, now I’ll be healthier and not a fucking hypocrite.
I think, besides Olivia, the only two people who care are the two who “liked” the “life event” I added on Facebook - the straightedge girl from Dickinson who willingly emotionally abuses herself and also an actual real person who is not only a real-life friend (and co-worker) but also follows me on tumblr so hiiii!
Oh yeah and my parents probably care because you know they’re health professionals and shit. And my siblings will appreciate a clean-smelling car, which is funny, because they are filthy.
I have never felt so sure that I could spend the rest of my life with somebody.
*they don’t actually say this. that’s a little over-the-top and not great for PR. In actuality, they are extremely well-regarded and possibly the nicest “anti-smoking” crusaders you will ever meet in the history of forever.
brb, adding Facebook “Life Events” for every little thing I can imagine.
Look, like the majority of Americans, I believe that the Second Amendment guarantees an individual right to bear arms. This country has a strong tradition of gun ownership that’s been handed down from generation to generation. Obviously across the country there are regional differences. There are differences between how people feel in urban areas and rural areas. And the fact is the vast majority of gun owners in America are responsible — they buy their guns legally and they use them safely, whether for hunting or sport shooting, collection or protection.
But you know what, I am also betting that the majority — the vast majority — of responsible, law-abiding gun owners would be some of the first to say that we should be able to keep an irresponsible, law-breaking few from buying a weapon of war. I’m willing to bet that they don’t think that using a gun and using common sense are incompatible ideas — that an unbalanced man shouldn’t be able to get his hands on a military-style assault rifle so easily; that in this age of technology, we should be able to check someone’s criminal records before he or she can check out at a gun show; that if we work harder to keep guns out of the hands of dangerous people, there would be fewer atrocities like the one in Newtown — or any of the lesser-known tragedies that visit small towns and big cities all across America every day.
US President Barack Obama
Thank goodness he’s not an insane leftist anymore. At least, not outwardly.
Q:I stumbled to your post about Lapland, I've lived in Rovaniemi for almost a year now - nature here really is wonderful (and this year was really good when it comes to northern lights!) I guess it's most beautiful here in winter when it's snow, the nightless night of june is wonderful too and early autumn when the trees turn yellow and the forests are full of colors :)
The “unspoilt wilderness” appearance is what I like the most. Well, second-most. I’m a photographer, and I’d love to see / photograph the Northern Lights! There isn’t anywhere in the USA quite like Lapland, except parts of New England like Vermont, but there’s no Aurora there, I don’t think. I also love Finnish music - both the actual traditional kind and the metal kind - so I’ve plenty of reason to want to visit…except it’s hard for me to grasp the language! XD
How many thousands of dogs wasting away in shelters, waiting to be adopted out or, often, euthanized…and my parents paid as much as a fairly decent used car for this purebred thing that isn’t fully trained and barely responds to her name so that my siblings could argue over who doesn’t have to take care of her as she rips me around the yard, tears the leash out of my hands, twinges my back, drags me through thorns, and then tears up old photos of me.