with a hey, ho, the wind & the rain

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read: YOU AREN'T COOL ENOUGH TO LEARN FROM OUR SUPER COOL RESOURSCES

We can't have the rabble looking up Sung Dynasty poets.

Bitches.

A few months ago, when I was enlisted to write songs for Vlad's band, I came up with a song/poem called "Mockingbird Girl"; only to discover a couple days ago that Scott Weiland wrote a song of the same title. The lyrics and meaning of his song are different than mine, but still. I also, unwittingly, wrote something queerly similar to "Lost Keys(Blame Hoffman)" by Tool before 10,000 Days was released. And, when I first got into Alex Grey, I was simultaneously thrilled and irritated at how much his art has in common with mine. That was quite some time ago, but I'm still paranoid that I might be accused of stealing his artistic ideas. I suppose it doens't matter much since 1)I draw and paint for myself and 2)nobody seems to know who the guy is. Still, it makes me uncomfortable.

Damnit. There isn't enough creativity to go around.

Pet peeve: why do people feel the need to designate the fact that their classes are "AP", when it has no relevance to what they're asking or talking about? "I have a question about this battle we're talking about in AP history", "Gotta study for my AP physics test". Does that make them feel good about themselves, does it make them feel smart? I've got news for you, "Advanced Placement" doesn't mean shit, especially in high school. The same stuff is taught, only more homework is given. Students are placed in "AP" cause they're good students, not because they're smarter than anyone else; otherwise there would be far fewer people talking about their AP classes.
I don't even know why that irritates me, exactly. It just does.

On Saturday, Jeremy (friend from work who loves AIC and history) and I drove out to Topsfield. Then, on Sunday, we went with two other friends from work out to Marblehead. Both trips were so beautiful. Topsfield is reminiscent of New Hampshire and parts of North Attleboro, and Marblehead is this lovely seaside town. I popped my "driving through downtown Boston" cherry, so now I can handle driving anywhere else in the country :P

My digital camera won't behave, so most of the pictures I got had to be taken with my phone and came out too crappy for my taste. Here are a few, anyway:

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my dad handed this to me today, and offered to pay for the procedure


I'm grossly offended. First of all, I love all 3 of my tattoos. I'm not fucking stupid, and I hate that people tend to assume that I didn't consider the fact that tattoos are permanent. Don't take me for an idiot.

More importantly, it hurts my feelings. What, dad, are you embarrassed for me? You're sick of looking at me? What would you think if I handed you weight loss articles, offered to pay for liposuction?

I might be overreacting, but being disapproved like that by family strikes me as really shitty. It's the principle of the thing, the principle being that appearances shouldn't matter in the scheme of family; if your daughter's appearence is strange to you, that's alright, but why should it affect how you feel about her and treat her? I love my dad, but sometimes he exasperates me...Actually, last night, after having deliberated for a couple weeks, I decided on my next tattoo. It's just a matter of making a bit more money and deciding where it will go. I'd been thinking of telling my family beforehand for a change, but now I don't think that's gonna happen.

It wasn't worth raising up a fight over, so I kept my reaction off my face and simply told him thanks but no thanks.

How about that bunny skull&crossbones? Those are my favorite pj pants :-)