wallet

Right. So I had some entry yesterday where I bitterly (but creatively) vented to my readers about the words "driving" and "dad" going into the same sentence, but it went poof and I don't care to relive the anger. Perhaps another day. It couldn't possibly be that far off.

Anyway. I thought I'd lost my wallet, but it turned out that I had it. I was starting to write an entry about how there was no cash in there, just IDs and gift cards and bandaids and whatnot, and then I wondered if anyone would find it, and I had to laugh at the idea of some administrator opening my wallet, because the first thing they would see would be the "Just Go Nude" picture, with four guys [Pat, Eugene (whom I don't actually know), Ryan, and Alex] lifting up their shirts so you could see their photoshopped chests spelling out "NUDE." Yeah, yeah, cor, Caroline, didn't know you were like that. Hey, could I refuse James if he gave it me? To be sure, he probably didn't originally intend for me to keep it, but...he said he had more.

At any rate, my computer restarted, and while I was waiting I turned around and saw my wallet sitting on the shelf. I knew I'd left it somewhere for safekeeping. Away from the evil clutches of doooom.

THIS WEEKEND:
[[Saturday]]
_badminton
_laser tag
_prom
[[Sunday]]
_Grandma
_History group project
[[Every spare second that I have, save this very moment]]
_Creed
_Chem project
_Yearbook Memory thingy
_wash PE clothes
_other hw

So I'm reading The Rape of Nanking, and it gives me the impression that...

No one ever told them that what they were doing might be wrong.

I think...that's amazing. To live your whole life learning to be...immoral, and...it just never occurs to you that what you are doing is...inhumane. I don't know. Call it brainwashing.

I just...wow.