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 I am seriously addicted to Glee. Seriously, this needs to stop. I've watched every episode at least three times and I don't even ship anyone! I just have a purely platonic adoration for this show.

Also let me tell you guys what happened the other day! It involves my dad, which guarantees that it will be hilarious.

We have, or rather had, a hot tub in our backyard. It was a lot of fun when I was younger, but no one uses it much anymore, so Dad decided to get rid of it. Here's how it went down:

Dad: Go use the internet thingmabob to look up charities that accept hot tubs.

Me: *carefully explains that charities that accept hot tubs aren't very good charities*

Dad objects to this, saying that there are charities take cars. He seems very obstinate on this point, and can't seem to understand how I can't make the dad-logical leap from cars to hot tubs. (It is at this point, by the way, that my mind's eye very helpfully supplies me with a mental image of a poor family with children, all eagerly waiting for a charity to provide them with a life-changing vehicle...and getting a hot tub instead.)

"Dad!" I say. "Think of the children! Let's put it up on Craigslist instead!"

"What's Craigslist?" asks Dad, all innocence.

I probably should have stopped there. In my defense, I had no idea that I was creating a monster.

So I show him Craigslist, or more specifically, the free section of Craigslist. My dad is agog.

"Wait. These are all free??"

Oh god.

We gave away the hot tub, in the end, but at what price? I fully expect all the furniture in my house to slowly disappear, to be replaced by artifacts of all origins, countenances, and sentiences, lost and found in the pit that is Craigslist's free section.

Also, you guys know how I volunteer at the Holocaust Museum? Okay, so I was there the other day AND THE WEIRDEST LADY SHOWED UP. SHE WAS SO WEIRD.

She was dressed in a way that indicated she was either extremely rich and didn't remember it or she stole coats from the Salvation Army. Either way, she smelled like crazy.

I saw her inside the museum earlier. I went out for lunch, and when I went back in through the 15th St entrance, she was also trying to get back in. She had an envelope addressed to the museum director filled with--something--and told the guards--and everyone in the vicinity, actually--that it was a donation. But she wouldn't let her bag through the machine. She just looked confused and told them that it was her bag, why did they want it? It was her bag. BUT she would have had to go through security the first time I saw her inside, which means that she was either less senile in the morning (unlikely!) or didn't have her bag with her earlier (sketchy!) or this time had something in her bag she didn't want security to see (OMG TERRORIST!)

So she refuses to let security have her bag, so she just turns around and goes. Out the wrong door, may I add...A guard escorts her to the curb and puts her in a cab.

Get this: She takes the cab from the 15th St entrance to the 14th St entrance. WHAT. Same deal.

So, yeah. I don't know how this story ends. She was probably just an old woman trying to do a good thing, and I feel really bad for calling her weird. At the same time, though, it was kind of freaky!

Man, this was a long post. It might give you the impression that my life is interesting or something, so I'm just going to stop now.

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 My glasses are broken.

The world is an Impressionist painting!
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Have you ever read a book called The Future Catches You? No?

Good. Keep it that way. It's terrible. Don't ever ever ever look inside, or else your brain will melt in a hot sticky puddle onto your shoes because KNOWLEDGE....BASED...ECONOMIES...
are the future

In case you haven't guessed, the entire book is written in weird, schizophrenic font sizes and interminable ellipses. Gagh. Anyways, the author of the book came to talk today to our school, where his book was required summer reading for whatever ugly reason.

He's as much full of bullshit as his book. He basically just recited his book at us, as if we hadn't all read it (I wish we hadn't...) and blathered on endlessly and endlessly and endlessly and endlessly about his knowledge based economies and his genetic bullshit and blah blah blah.


Avatar Episode 3 tomorrow! I hear Katara is the Painted Lady...And this doesn't count as a spoiler. Not really.

I can't wait until the three-day weekend. Frustrated for reasons I can't really describe. Real life is terrible.


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October 2011



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