Struggling, now.

I'm so far behind in MarBlo that I can't even believe it. I can't even try right now.

I'm watching True Life: I'm a Black Sheep. There's a girl here who wants to be in Playboy (and, well, she's not really...all that pretty). The interviewers ask her, "Why do you want to do this?" And she says, "Because it makes me feel worthwhile."

WHAT? This girl is textbook Fucked Up and nobody's blinking an eye! I'm terrified. I'm terrified for, and OF, everything. Kyle complains that I'm a square and boring, and a stick-in-the-mud. I complain that he's short-sighted and everything that's wrong with the world. Seriously though, I don't mean to sound like your grandma...but have you noticed that this is completely wrong on so many levels? Girls need to hear that they are worthwhile because they are intelligent, or, failing that, kind, or generous, or funny, or talented. And/or beautiful, sure. But all that other stuff too.

My dad and I went to dinner tonight and we discussed other methods of preventative medicine.