first day of the holiday week
Alex spent the weekend at a youth retreat at the edge of the Texas Piney Woods — this afternoon, Marcus and I drove out there to pick her up. When we finally met up with Alex, she was riding high from the weekend. That kid loves nothing more than being out in the middle of the woods with her friends.
(Which, incidentally, is the opposite of me. I believe that nature is trying to kill me.)
And now we begin with a week of no alarm clocks. I’m unreasonably excited about this.
Because nothing beats boredom than people pretending to be British.
Time for some downtime.
Rami Malek is Freddie Mercury.
Don’t tell my mom I posted this, okay?
I probably would’ve gotten a better grade if my high school biology class was like this.
No one likes a camp counsellor with a sense of humour, man.
Hamilton isn’t the “overnight success” you might think it to be.
Taking the time to reexamine where you are.
Scenes from this weekend's march. Rise up, sisters.
Sometimes, you just gotta road trip. We ended up in New Orleans. Here's what we saw.