The Liberation Of Boy's Shorts

I went shopping today for boy's shorts. I highly suggest this to every girl, for several reasons. 1. It is fun to not buy something that you are trying to look good in. 2. They are so comfortable. 3. The sizes make you feel better, because when was the last time I fit into a 16 children's? 4. They also mean that you don't have to shave. 5. Who knows what else you might find in the men's section? I picked out several pairs, then went into the dressing room, as I walked out to show my mother, this other girl about my age was watching me as I went on about all the for mentioned reasons as to why I love boy shorts. I picked out a pair I wanted and as I was leaving the dressing room, she walked in with a pair and gives me a big smile and says "For Liberation" So my new challenge to every girl is to go and buy a pair of boy's shorts and wear them. Its worth the money, to feel so good.

Life is short but Sweet for Certain

I would like everyone do something: Go outside and stand there with your eyes closed, feel the sunlight on your eyelids, your arms, your hair, and then look up at the sky and count the clouds. Listen to the birds, and then spin around trying to see everything on this earth that you possibly can, and realize that this is summer. And while we are only seconds in this world, realize that this is your second.

This is called "Alex"

We Don't Talk About The Little Things That We Do Without

I generally have the same feelings as Anne Frank when it comes to people "In spite of everything I still believe that people are really good at heart" Well this theory for me gets challenged and proved wrong on a fairly regular basis. The main example I can think of lately is when Andrew Fabry called me on Saturday to inform me he couldn't come to prom until around ten, because of a play he had known about for at least two months. I told him I had reservations at eight, he had no intention of not going to the play, so he canceled. So over the past week and some days I have had the opinion that people suck! But I've learned that just as easily as one can be persuaded to one side of an argument the other has its reasons to.

Last night I received a phone call at my grandma's, which is odd because I purposely don't give anyone that number. She goes "Alex it's for you...its a boy" I say "hello?" It was Justin from Los Alamos, Andy's good friend, he called to apologize for Andy and asked how I was, then preceded to flatter me about Steph and I's old duo. I think this was not necessary, but I have a new respect for him, it takes a big person to apologize for themselves, but it takes an even bigger man to apologize for the events they did not do. So I thank Justin, for not only making me feel slightly better, but for restoring my faith in humanity.