So there is a bill going through the VA. house right now. It will require that children have written parental consent before attending any meetings or clubs in school. Besides being a large infringement on the right to assembly (but let us all remember that high schoolers have about as much rights as a pet rock) in an article by Family Policy ( Read more... )

My mood as of late has been a bit sad. I seem to base alot of my mood on other's around me. When Zack isn't happy, and I can't change that, I seem to find myself drifting towards that end of the spectrum ( Read more... )

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Zack told me today that he is part of the "Whitney's Finals Team"

People keep coming to me to ask me questions, and I am finding I know answers. (purely in the academic sense). I feel like I'm getting smarter. :D

So in the car driving home from getting groceries; Zack and I made a pack that we would save up enough money to fly out of Atlanta to where ever we could get for cheap. We want to go the airport and just find any flight that will take us on standby. When we get there we either camp out, or find someone to stay with ( Read more... )

Fueled by what could've been ( Read more... )

People should be comparative to music consistantly. When music is being played, when the notes are being hit and reverted and muted to such perfection that it makes you think of someplace or someone than it can reminisant of people. My favorite bands never made amazing impressions on me in the beginning. They were good, but not great, not something ( Read more... )

Girly thing I really like:

Zack puts his arm around my shoulder while we are in the car, even if he's not driving.

Election night is probably my favorite night. Even over new years eve. It involves alot of people getting excited, TV specials, and my boyfriend coming over jumping up and down on my bed while pretty much drinking as if it were the last great bash before becoming an old man. This is the biggest night of the year for alot of people. Power changes ( Read more... )

When your name becomes a pronoun
You feel like a character in a Jane Austin novel
I say
Fuck you
Mr. Darcy.