Lest we forget.

It was a proud day yesterday and we have much to be grateful for.  I tend to watch the Ottawa service every year - and it's the silver cross mother that gets me every time.  I'm perfectly fine until she lays the wreath...and then the tears start.  Some things just really tug at the heart strings.

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Quite the story out of Penn State this week.  There are two kinds of people that deserve to be fried:  murderers and child rapists.  There are not enough words to express my disgust.  To even say they are the scum of the earth would be giving them too much credit.  It makes me sick to my very core.  Jerry Sandusky?  I say:  die motherfucker, you don't deserve one more second on this planet.

Same to all those who knew what was going on.  Bastards.

I think what gets me even more upset is the media sensationalism.  I sat and watched the news with the boy last week and he turned to me and said "why do they have to be so graphic?  Those poor kids."

Yeah.

Sex sells I guess, even the vilest of sex.  It's a sad world we live in.

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The last time I saw writing on the bathroom walls was in high school, and the theme was typically about how Crystal loves Tommy forever and ever.  Or that Brittany was here.  Or that some teacher was a dickhead.

But in University the theme is more inspirational.  "Don't let a man hurt you."  (with the word "man" crossed out and the word "anyone" inserted.)  Or "follow your dreams".  Or "the future depends on what we do in the present". 

The other day I saw one that said:  "Big bitches are the bomb".

Thanks for that.  It totally made my day.  My quest for this week is to find the best inspirational quote in a bathroom stall and take a picture of it.  Stay tuned.  There's some doozies.

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Currently reading Boom Bust & Echo for a sociology paper I need to write.  Super interesting book.

Also doing a ton of research on whether or not sex ed in the classroom leads to increased promiscuity in teens for my persuasive writing class.  Just in case you’re wondering if it does, the answer is no.

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Song for the week:  No more cloudy days - Eagles.

I'd love to feel the sun on my face again.  I've forgotten what it feels like!

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