I have the greatest best friend ever. Ever. Seriously.
So my mom and I were going to go see Wicked for our birthdays (hers is 3 days before mine) but then my car broke down and all this other shitty money stuff happened and we couldn’t afford it. Major bummer, like super major since we were planning it for months but the money was just never there. But best friend comes up for my birthday, we have a rockin’ time, all is good.
She calls me this afternoon and says “what are you doing on July 30th?” and I say “I dunno, what?” and she says “how would you like to see Wicked?” SDKFJS:LDFJ! I respond with a surprised “NO!” and then she gets all funny and worried like she does and says “wait? no? why no? is that not right?” Ahhhh… of course it’s right!
I’m going to see Wicked with her and my mom! I’m paying for part of my mom’s ticket once I get paid but still! She said I sounded really disappointed when I was talking about how we couldn’t go and thought it would be a great idea. Seriously, she’s awesome. Hey best friend I know you’re reading this and I already told you but you’re awesome!
A feature length documentary about an idealist activist who convinces his friend who doesn’t give a damn about the poor to go to Africa and try and live on $1 a day.
Their website is worth checking out, too.
Some commercials are fantastic.
poortaste:whatcriscilikes:jayparkinsonmd: claytoncubitt: (The Generation M Manifesto, via)
I think the only problem with these kinds of movements is that they have splintered off in too many directions. I think the practice of “generation (insert label) here” might be dead. We’re Gen-Y, we’re Gen-We, we’re Gen-M, we’re Echo Boomers, we’re Millennials. We’re grasping for definitive labels that cannot exist based on the premise of what we’re looking for and fighting for. There’s no singular definition or movement because we want to change everything, including the standards by which we are judged and the categories we are being placed into.
I like the idea that there are entire movements of people out there dedicated to the same things I am and maybe in retrospect we will get a definitve name but for now I love the idea that it’s just a feeling. Something in the air that signifies things are changing and people everywhere can feel it, recognize it and embrace it in their own way. Save the labels for the history books once we’ve done our thing.
Please Please Please Let Me Get What I Want
I just applied to volunteer because tickets are waaaayyy too damn expensive. Last year my cousin handed out pamphlets for an hour and got a staff shirt and a free weekend pass. Fingers, toes, legs, eyes, arms (hell I’ll even braid my hair) crossed.
10 Things I Hate About You tv show
Roomate: “The whole point of the original was real teen angst not bubbly sitcom crap”the one
I’m still waiting for that one book. The one that captures so perfectly every thought, every emotion, every little thing inside me that I haven’t been able to express. I’m waiting for the book that mesmerizes me from cover to cover not just the first time I read it but also the second, third, fourth, and so on. I’m waiting for the book that I want to buy 50 copies of just so I can hand them out as gifts to anyone that means anything to me. I want a book whose solitary presence illuminates my bookshelf.
I’ve read a lot of fantastic books over the years but I still haven’t found that one that changes me so much and so deeply that it flies off my tongue before someone even finishes asking the question “what’s your favorite?” I want to find a book that one day, when it’s torn, tattered and scribbled on almost to the point of not being legible, I’ll be proud to hand over to my son or daughter and say the day I got it was the day my life changed. I like believing in the possibility of that book.
