Next it was time for the graduates to receive their diplomas. Up they trooped, solemn and radiant, in many sizes, all beautiful as only the young can be beautiful. Even the ugly ones were beautiful, even the surly ones, the fat ones, even the spotty ones. None of them understands this -- how beautiful they are. But nevertheless they're irritating, the young. Their posture is appalling as a rule, and judging from their songs they snivel and wallow, grin and bear it having gone the way of the foxtrot. They don't understand their own luck.
- Margaret Atwood, The Blind Assassin
do you ever wake up and have a random phrase or word just stick to the walls of your head? this morning it was fon du lac. i have no idea where i've come across it, but it's just been in my head. i'm going to keep a record of this. i looked it up; it's a city in wisconsin, wtf.
Sigh. I don't know how many of you all still use Vox, but I miss you guys. Anyway, I had a fun 4th watching fireworks.
I love fireworks. It rained right after the fireworks ended and I was stranded at a local 7-11 standing around with a bunch of ignorant teenagers talking shit and trying to steal stuff. Lame. Srsly. I hated high school kids when I was in high school, and things haven't changed. /end rant.
there are some things you can't blog about.