Thanksgiving Chaos.

My parents are separated, so the holidays are kind of hectic. No one wants to be alone, so my two separate family's collide. It's not exactly something I enjoy, but I would really feel bad if one of my parental units was left out. And I kind of like the fact that I didn't have to leave my house to spend time with my family.

I love my parents dearly, but it gets kind of awkward when they are in the same house for a numerous amount of hours. I guess it's the different feelings that are being tossed around like potatoes. My mom doesn't realize that my dad still loves her, and he doesn't know that she has moved on with her life. So this puts me in a strange position, because its completely obvious, yet neither one of them seem to get it. It's like there is a big elephant in the room that everyone is oblivious to.

And honestly when my mom cooks a large meal like Thanksgiving dinner, she get so stressed out that she takes all of her frustration out on everybody else, and it's not exactly pleasant. And of course when my mom is frustrated, I get frustrated because it makes me feel bad for everybody else in the room... It makes me want to lock myself in my room to escape from the jungle that has taken up temporary residence in my home.

But by the end of the day all is right with the world. All the shit that had gone down in the previous hours never happened. And my dad and brother leave, taking all the stuff my mother didn't want. This is my favorite part of Thanksgiving. The house is quiet apart from my mom tossing dishes around. I feel bad for typing this, but I'm really glad my parents no longer live in the same house.

Look at that Hair!

I live in Eugene, where I have lived my whole life. It is a rather interesting place to live. Interesting but amazing at the same time. The one thing that I love the most is the fantastic sense of hair styles that most people are afraid to try and pull off. Everyday I see a different hair style or color that I have never seen before...

It has become sort of a game that I play, not intentionally, but when I'm on the bus heading home from school I'll see someone with crazy hair and automatically try and find someone else with the same hair. I never have any luck of course because most of the individuals in Eugene have their own style.

This is what I think makes Eugene such a great place to live because everything goes. Even clothing isn't questioned.

Baby Heels? WTF!

What the hell are people thinking? Seriously! This child is like five months old! Why would you do this to your child? Honestly…. Anyways, hey guys lets make our kids look like sluts. It will be great! They can break their ankles when they are two, which will be a great story to tell their friends.

I wonder what her mother was thinking, ‘Oh hey these pink stilettos would look totally fabulous on baby boo boo! She could totally be on the cover of Baby Tots magazine! OMG!’

I guess I just don’t understand how mothers that are suppose to be watching out for the best interest of their children, look at those shoes and think that they are teaching their kids good morals. I assume once the child is old enough to make his or her own decisions they could choose wheather or not they wanted to look all grown up, but really? A baby? That's nut's.

All I know is that if I saw a picture of me in these when I was a baby I would flip out on my mother.

I'm not trying to hate on the people that find these acceptable, I just don't like the idea of dressing up babies like hoochies. I feel like our society is trying to encourage girls to become objects instead of children. Girls have such serious self esteem issues anyway, this just adds to that. Do we really need our four year old dieting, wearings fishnets and caked on makeup? Yeah not so much.