So I finally broke out of my shell of sickness and ventured outdoors today… not good for my sinuses (I’m over the achy/fever/flu bit and on to a terrible cold), but good for my mental health (and complexion, of course, though I’m still not quite as alive-looking as usual). Walked around, took crappy overexposed photos, and went on the lake for the first time this summer… my little brother and I spent the majority of the time dangling our feet in the water, looking for fish and coming up with as many adjectives for water as possible. Quite entertaining, actually. Anyway, when we pulled up to the dock, he missed hooking it by about and inch, and eventually – after drifting into a bush on shore – ended up stranded, not moving, about 10 feet from the dock. It would’ve been a simple matter to hop out and pull the boat over, had there not been massive thickets of slime-covered seaweed growing in questionable ooze somewhere at the bottom. (Our lake is not known for its clear water and nice, sandy bottom, needless to say). I ended up lassoing the dock with some rope we had lying around and pulling us in, which was a comical sight. But in the end, we did get back on shore. Oh, and to top it all off: as we were coming through the canal, two guys floated by on a rowboat, one standing up and pointing a bow and arrow – yes, a BOW and ARROW – into the water. To shoot fish. I am dead serious. I mean, who does he think he is, Chuck Norris? And the icing on the cake: pulling out of the grocery store, I saw a red pickup truck (the trademark Hickmobile!) with a Confederate flag sticker on the back with the words “Country girl” written above. ‘Ha, more like “stupid girl”‘ my dad said. This led into a conversation about whether or not people who sported Confederate flags actually knew what they were standing for/saying about themselves. One, there’s the sweeping stereotype of HICK, redneck, etc. (Which is usually true… last year, there were these two guys who had a freaking Confederate flag ON TOP OF their red pickup truck. Needless to say, these guys were like the Alpha Hicks of Hickville. Thankfully, they either graduated – not likely – or got kicked out – very likely). Second is the political statement: they wish the outcome of the Civil War had been different, and slavery is OK. Which it so isn’t, as any sane ANYONE will tell you. So really. *deep sigh*
Ah, my exasperation with rural/hick life continues to grow.
emma watson // bazaar
i want to go on a road trip
i love sitting on my roof, even if my dad hates it.