I found this really awesome website, outofprintclothing.com, that sells tees with classic book covers on them. All of my want. When I get my Christmas money, I am definitely buying the 1984 pullover and the Fahrenheit 451 tee, just for starters. They also have a Lolita tee, but I haven't read that one yet. I'm dying to read it though. It's at the top of my list. It's about this middle-aged English professor who gets romantically involved with his twelve-year-old stepdaughter. Sounds creepy, eerie, and unique, especially considering it was published in the 50's, the era of meticulous, overbearing censorship.
It's so nice being back with my therapist. The first time I made the decision to see her a couple years ago, it felt like an admission of defeat, like something, life maybe, had beaten me and I was some kind of unable wimp. Now it just feels like reuniting with an old, reliable friend, like I'm going for the sake of chatting about what's been churning around in my mind. Perhaps that's not how therapy should feel, but oh well.
I caught wind of a very troubling statistic, this one seeming fairly legitimate, as opposed to the one I mentioned awhile ago about abuse being far more likely to occur in a lesbian relationship. Supposedly, if retailers across America raised their workers' wages to 25,000 dollars a year, 700,000 people would be lifted above the poverty line. 700,000 people. I won't go off on a tangent and begin an anti-corporation rant, but that's...something to consider.
I am kind of freaking out because I'm worried that I missed my college's writing scholarship...I emailed them asking if I'd missed the deadline, but haven't received a reply. That's 8,000 dollars a year if I get it. Problem is, even if I haven't missed the deadline, I still need to write something to submit...
I'll have to get on that.