Going back to 1x12 of House of Cards even though 1x11 ruined my life. This is truly the devil’s television program.
Congressman Ron Barber (D-AZ) is the U.S. House of Representatives’ representative of my district, and someone from his office just called me to ask me if I would be interested in an internship at his office this election season! He is running for re-election this year against an extremely far-right, extremely conservative Republican (Martha McSally), and he’s one of the 10 most vulnerable incumbents of 2014.
Some background info: Ron Barber’s seat used to be held by former Congresswoman Gabrielle Giffords, who survived an assassination attempt in early 2011. Barber was also shot twice in the January 8 shootings, but he survived.
Between Giffords and Barber, this district has been held by a Democrat since 2007. Personally, I do not want it to fall into the hands of a Republican, especially not one as dramatically far-right and openly Tea Party as Martha McSally. Soooo I would like to volunteer for Barber’s campaign and do whatever I can do to help him get re-elected! He worked for 30 years in the Arizona Division of Developmental Disabilities, and I really respect that.
I’m going to Barber’s office on Wednesday afternoon to meet with the internship people. :) I’m excited. Between potentially this, as well as my volunteering at the assisted living place, I am on my way to becoming an Actual Well-Rounded Member of Society (™).
Please remember that someone not finding you physically attractive in no way justifies them treating you like garbage.
You do not owe it to anyone to be their physical preference.
You do not exist for everyone’s viewing pleasure.
You deserve to exist as you are and how you want to be and an idealistic bullshit standard of beauty does not validate you being treated poorly for being you.
English is not my native language.
So everytime I type something wrong or use the wrong word or the wrong tempus or grammar etc. I always get paranoid that someone who has english as their native language, will read what I wrote and spot all the mistakes I made and think, “Is she stupid or something?” or “Daamn, her english is horrible, I am never going to speak to her”.
I bought more yarn at the thrift store today. :D I buy yarn at Michael’s occasionally, but I’ve gotten most of my yarn at the thrift store, because I can get really large amounts of various colored yarn for only a dollar. I really recommend looking for yarn at your local thrift stores, if you’re into crafting. It’s a great way to get the materials you need, and save money at the same time.
I have a legit basket full of yarn now, and I can’t wait to start working with it. I’m working on another blanket, with dark brown, tangerine-red, and light gray yarn in horizontal stripes. I also want to make a Kindle case for my uncle. I’m almost done with the dark green tote bag I’ve been working on. All I need to do is sew the straps on and line the bag, and then my mom is going to make me some fabric flowers to attach to the front of the bag. :)
Crocheting = love. It’s one of the best hobbies I’ve ever gotten into in my life. It’s so much fun to plan out projects and see them to completion.
Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.
the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day
- nice friend person: hey, how've you been?
- me: capitalism is crushing me. i am barely surviving. i am full of toxic resentment. i want revenge.