Yo ahm-o fuck yo' shit up. (Er, not really, just practicin' my rap...)

After a mere 1.5 days with no particular worries, I feel impossibly better. When I see how little it takes, sometimes, it seems sad that I don't always manage it. But, no matter, I'm managing it now.

( My last two days...yummy. )

I finished another nonfiction book I feel compelled to discuss here, True Notebooks by Mark Salzman. It's a memoir by a guy who teaches a writing class to young inmates in prison, which interested me in the first place because my coworker DS does weekly tutoring at a prison near here. A lot of the boys' writings are really touching (and have definitely got me practicing my gangsta talk, at least to the extent of this subject line and calling my cat "my little homie"). I was thinking about the whole gang thing too... it's sheer stupidity, all right, but if any group at all had been willing to accept me and watch my back when I was a teenager...? I'd've quite possibly been in. And if I'd had the chance to make money selling drugs, I'd definitely have been in, for a while. I may have hated my childhood, but I also know I was protected from some aspects of myself. I read these kids' accounts and think There but for the grace of random chance go I. And I also wonder about the tutoring-in-prison thing. I was thinking about it already... DS finds it fulfilling, and I haven't done teaching of any sort for quite a while. Tutoring math and science, or English, might be really neat. Which is not to say I have time to indulge these thoughts at the moment, but I guess I can think them. Before I leave my job I may ask DS a little more about where he goes, how scary it is, what he teaches, and so forth.

On another note, if this theory about Harry Potter is true... wow. Some people are way too clever, way too impatient and have way too much time on their hands. But I have to wonder if they're right. Thanks to savage_rose for the link. And there are lots more arguments about it here if you want to read some arguing.

Annoying cute Gap shirt I can't wear

One thing did annoy me today: I was reminded that most strapless shirts, especially the ones that are tight just at the very top to make them stay up, don't look good on people who lift weights too much. Me trying one on is like an advance screening of Pecs, Interrupted... my pecs look like flab where the top bites into them, and my breasts look nonexistent. This puts a serious hole in my theory that people with thin, athletic bodies can wear anything.

(Current mood: eh, not that grouchy, I can still wear everything else. But it sure was cute on the hanger.)

Out of idle curiosity: what can't you wear, despite your generally being a hottie?