| 11:00 am
Operation Spring Clean has started!
We are hosting my family's big Easter this year, so we are getting the house totally cleaned out and ready to go.
It's gonna be great! |
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| 10:13 am
When I was 16, I earned my way to go to the National Science Convention in Anaheim, California for five days. It was 1998, ten years ago. And strangely, it was around this time in 1998.
It was one of my best memories from my years in high school. I was the only delegate from Nebraska in a sea of other high school kids, mostly science kids. I stayed in a room with two great girls, one of whom I am facebook friends with even today. The other passed away a few years later. Her dad called me to tell me when he found my number in a phonebook she kept.
There were a thousand great things about that trip... going out into the ocean to see whales, making best friends, breaking the rules, going to Disneyland, taking a taxi into Hollywood, learning, and having so much fucking fun I was depressed for weeks when I came back to Nebraska.
But one of the most vivid, and now, ten years later, one of the most exciting memories is when about ten of us skipped a conference and went shopping. We walked about ten blocks from our hotel into this sort of ghetto-ish area. The group had become fast friends, but there was one girl who was on the outside, as there is any really good group of friends. I don't remember her name, but she was of Indian descent and had this preoccupation with hair.
She wanted thicker hair. She complained because her family thought her hair was too thin, and she had tried everything. Her sisters had very thick hair, her father would say she was odd because she didn't. But the thing is that she did have thick hair. It was long, black, thick, nice hair. But she didn't think so, and that is what she talked about.
So we are ten newly best friend teenagers from around the country walking around Anaheim in the middle of a beautiful California day, on a weekday, shopping for souvenirs. We are in this shop that sells cheap t-shirts, a big sign outside says, "10 T-Shirts for $10". It is mostly just junk, but we are there for twenty minutes.
And this girl, who has the thing about her hair, stands asking the owner of the shop if he has anything to make her hair thicker. She explains her plight to the 40ish Asian man, and he nods, but tells her a dozen times that no, this t-shirt place didn't have anything to make her grow in more thick. That is what she does the entire time we're there.
Then she buys a giant porcelain doll with an ugly pink dress that happened to be behind the Asian man.
How bizarre, how bizarre. |
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