You know, I hate to talk about my dad's opinion of something but he makes a good point.
Anyway, the point is that drugs should be legalized. And his argument is that if they weren't illegal, if you couldn't get in trouble because of them, then people would be more willing to get help and go to rehab. Whereas now, they're illegal, and people might want help but they don't want to get in trouble. And they spend more money on cops and prevention than rehabilitation centers.
So anyway. I don't know.. it's kind of like the whole issue with what we should have taught in school, about sex education. And there's people who are like "OMGZZZZZ DON"T TALK ABOUT SEX JUST SAY YOU CAN'T HAVE SEX UNTIL MARRIAGE!!" and then there are SMART people who say "well, if we tell them not to it won't do anything, and they won't know about birth control. so let's just tell them what they can use, and not encourage it, but not act like complete fucking idiots by thinking they'll listen to us when we say sex is bad."
So I don't know what my point was... parents are hypocritical. Because. I don't know, if I had sex and got pregnant..I feel like they would fucking hate me. And fucking kill me. And fucking blah blah blah! Because that's just how they've acted. And.. I don't know, so much censoring of things, from my mom especially, and blah blah BLAH. But then they tell me things that THEY'VE done. God dkfls;ajsd and it makes me hate them. I don't know. Not hate them. But it frustrates me that they talk about these things like it's no big deal, but it would be a fucking HUGE deal if it were me.
I still don't see what my point was.. I feel like I'm going in circles.
My dream last night was weird, and I don't remember much. It was summer, but not really really hot, and I guess people like Caitlin and Melina and Colin and those kinds of people, my friends I suppose, we had a week where we had to focus on .. I don't know. Senses, and details.. sensory details. Like.. I don't know. We had to think about all the colour we saw, and when we had choices or something about colour we had to make it dramatic and bold and blah blah, and everything, and when we talked about things or wrote about things they had to be dripping with imagery. Ooh that sounds pretty. That sentence would go in my description I decided. We should do that sometime. Or I should, I don't care if you join me. And then.. I don't know.. I was somewhere and Jeline WOW I never use her name. It doesn't seem official.. but my friend in math. She had these amazing huge gigantic sunglasses. Designer, I guess, and huge and beautiful and I thought about them in great detail.
Yeah I don't remember much else. But whatever. Something bad was going on too. In one of my dreams, at least... I don't remember what, but I do remember opening my eyes and turning on the television so I wouldn't be in the dark, and then I turned it off and didn't want to go to sleep. But it was four in the morning, and I don't really think anyone would approve of me being up then. What the fuck?
So yesterday. I .. went to Desert Ridge with Colin. My mom found his wallet and it made him extremely happy. Got cookies and Jones, sat down in the big comfortable chairs that I wish I owned and read. Well, I flipped through a book entitled
What's the Difference?: How to Tell Things Apart That Are Confusingly Close which I ended up buying, and
House of Leaves because I need to read it, and a big beautiful book about Ireland. Full of colour pictures and soft pages and dfilkasdjfk I want to go to Ireland. So then Colin said we could turn into vampires and live for a thousand years in Ireland, and then London, and then for other years in Seattle and New York and Chicago and then I said that we could just run/swim everywhere. So . Yeah.
Ummm then. I bought the first book, and we went to Tower which still hasn't closed. I think that makes it more depressing...except everything's on sale. But, it's depressing nonetheless.
Colin bought me a Misfits picture I found a Misfits picture in my bag later, I WONDER WHERE IT CAME FROM.
Um. Target, to get bobby pins and hair clips and incense for Colin and gum. We left soon and went and sat by Gnit. Watched scene kids walk by three times. Disgusting. Bandannas, gloves, girl pants that didn't even FIT, his whole fucking ass was exposed, covered in boxers that DIDN'T EVEN MATCH. And I know it doesn't matter but Jesus, if you're going to walk around with that much of your underwear showing it might as well not look COMPLETELY fucking retarded. And he couldn't even WALK his pants were so tight. DFKL:SJFksdj So anyway, discussed how much we hated scene kids. Blah blah. Went back to Barnes and Noble and collected books to look through, and then Colin's dad called and said he was there. Sad sad. Went to Colin's house, played with incense and matches, watched him show me WoW, talked to Caitlin dun dun dunnn, and other things.
Bye.
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