OK, so I may be a day or two late (IIRC, it's officially the 21st or 22nd), but it's being celebrated today at the park across the street from me.
To celebrate, I treated myself to a nutella and banana crepe (yummmmm!) and a henna tattoo bracelet. Took a pass on the tie-dye, however. And now my allergies are celebrating being out amongst all the pollens and stuff so it's time for a Claritin.
I've just returned from the induction ceremony for Phi Theta Kappa
, the honours society for two-year colleges.
Now, hopefully, I won't blow that nice GPA with that #!%@ statistics class...I only got 80/100 on the last exam and I'm not happy
about that. Especially since we evidently won't get them back until the course is over with, so I won't know until then WHY
I got 80. (I know, I know...it's still a B. But I wanted an A, dammit!)
Sunset High School (in Oregon) students offer their clever t-shirt protest
against the local Hooters.
Yesterday was the 10th anniversary of Kurt Cobain's suicide. It's an easy day for me to remember.
Exactly three years prior to Cobain's death, my mother did almost exactly the same thing. She just used a smaller gun and the room was at the back of the garage, not over it.
And...that's really about all I can say about it all right now. I have far too many current disasters in my life to deal with at the moment to dwell too heavily on history.