If you've yet to spend 3 months of your life living in a 200 foot tall, 2,000 year old redwood tree in order to prevent it and the endangered owls and murrelets that live in it from being massacred for sheer economic gain, you should totally try it.

I'm sick of fear. Of people grinding into society the idea that the way to overcome something is through fearing it enough to eliminate all possible circumstances where it might have to be confronted, along with whatever other aspects of life- however gorgeous- may have to go as well. Fuck striving for a theoretical ideal, a more beautiful world, ( Read more... )

The other day my sister and I were talking about what she's actually going to do with her anthropology degree and she casually mentions that she can get paid the big bucks if she works for, say, Pepsi, and researches ways for said industrial-giant-that-is-the-epitome-of-everything-evil-in-America to better sell its products in places like Africa. ( Read more... )

To:bitch
From:me

"gush, gush, gush..."

To:me
From:bitch

"awww sweetie! thanks for that.

love,
bitch
xoxo"

Oh My Fucking God.

Art makes me nauseous. Someone realizes the infinite beauty that fills this world, the complexity of the human mind, or the indescribable passion that comes with certain primal acts, and being the didactic, arrogant human being he is, decides he needs to capture it, create it, own it ( Read more... )

I'm continually going on about how I want to get away- to leave my family, my friends, my home. Forever. Never look back. To forget it all. My reasons are, for the most part, typical angst: sick of monotony, sick of apathetic, closed minds, sick of having mechanical, meaningless conversations with people I don't like, which serve no apparent ( Read more... )

I want to remember this:

Me and my dad were discussing morality-based laws a couple of months ago and he said something about pedophilia, and how it was an actual danger to people, and my response was "How in the world is having a foot fetish a danger to society?"

:-)

Sigh...my last ever high school all nighter. I shouldn't even have this one, but my psych teacher is way too nice and prolonged the assignment for months (literally). I wish I was a little more depressed about leaving high school. The sentiment is, of course, there- I don't think I'd pass up a chance for emotional symbolism if I was leaving a ( Read more... )

I've decided I'm going to name my children paintings. Not like "Starry Night, come here", but as in the painting itself being her name. I don't understand how we can place such shallow, cave-man-grunt-esque labels on what can be, when allowed, such beautiful, complex beings, especially when said grunt will undoubtedly immediately stereotype that ( Read more... )

I was in my first car crash yesterday- I was just goin along and all of the sudden I felt a sharp pain in my chest and burnt rubber filled my nose and I looked up and the airbags were out and there was another car in the side of mine. There was something leaking from the steering wheel so I got out as fast as I realized what had happened, which I ( Read more... )