  So I saw Thirteen this evening. Really depressing. Was the world so different when I was 13 (which was a decade ago, I suppose)? I don't remember girls doping up, shoplifting and having sex with high school guys (okay, perhaps one of the three, but not all in combination). Maybe it's because I grew up in rural Kentucky. But wow, it makes the thought of having kids really scary.
I mean, what's the world going to be like in 15-20 years when my kids are 13? I shutter to imagine. So I have become that which I hate. An email slacker. But when nothing is going on in your life, what can you do? I mean, I get up, go to class/the museum, study for prelims all day, and then get on IM and/or talk to Matt on the phone at night. No big news there. I guess I should be less harsh with others who are slow with their replies.
Quote of the day: "Things have a life of their own. It's simply a matter of waking up their souls..." -Melaquides, from One Hundred Years of Solitude by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. 
