Citizenship

Today, after class, I am driving home to Western Mass to vote.  I am not a good enough citizen to get my absentee ballot on time, but gosh darn it, I’m going to vote anyway!

I’m voting for Deval Patrick, which isn’t that exciting really.  I still feel the same way about him as I did before, but I still think he’s the best choice, and alot of that has to do with basic party lines.  And that general common sense rule, “If it’s broke, don’t not fix it.”

The really interesting voting decision is the proposition about selling wine and beer in supermarkets and grocery stores.  This is especially exciting because this issue only became relevant to me one month and 2 days ago.  Yeah adulthood!  Anyway, I think I am going to vote no.  Why should grocery stores sell wine?  Next thing you know, they’ll be petitioning to sell clothes and autoparts.  WHERE WILL IT END???  Plus, I like going into liquor stores.  Why?  It makes me feel super cool.

What you might expect to find

(at a hippie store in Northampton, MA)

I was not previously aware there was a big market for Lesbian Cowboy Erotica… nor was I aware it was possible to have Magical Intercourse with Spirits.

You learn something new everyday.

Never Watch Local News

I just turned on the local news channel in an attempt to space out.  Now I’m about ready to be on the next space shuttle out of this place.

It was a report on Boston area college students and their financial problems.  This one owed $40,000 by the time she graduated.  This one owed $60,000.  This one graduated and is still working unpaid internships, and waitressing on the weekends.  Then, to rub it in further, this one is a graduate from Brandeis, owes $80,000 and works three jobs (70 hours a week) to pay her rent and monthly loan payments.

I joke about living my parents’ basement, but the reality of it all is getting scarier and scarier.  But even when I try to think of the bright side (at least I have a place to go) I remember that living there means living in Northampton… and not having the choice to go out on my own and try a new life.  Perhaps a new life in a city, where unlike Northampton, you can’t list the afterhours hot spots on one hand.

Growing up is terrifying.  Unless, of course, you major in Finance.

What did you expect?

For a while now, my brother and I have shared a preference for 2-in-1 shampoo and conditioner.  Pert Plus, as seen in ex-boyfriends’ showers everywhere, is my personal favorite.

This weekend I came home for a visit.  Having forgotten to pack any toiletries whatsoever, I used my brother’s shower.

Dove 2-in-1, as seen in the “real women have curves Campain for Real Beauty,” is apparently his personal favorite.

I suppose you can’t raise two kids in Northampton, MA, without expecting a little confusion in the gender identity arena.

But let’s not forget, I also have Herbal Essence body wash in my shower.

And him?  Old Spice High Endurance RED ZONE Sport 3X Clean Bodywash.
RAAR!!!

My Town Has Better Graffiti Than Yours

Long live The Christmas Song (Ding Dong)!