- On why I will never wear Mardi Gras beads.
For my eighth grade graduation dance, our theme was "Mardi Gras". So the entire cafeteria was decorated with Mardi Gras stuff, including many masks, and I distinctly remember the wallpaper having a silhouette of a saxophone player on it, which was mildly cool. But the wallpaper was repeated every 5 feet or so, so there were an army of saxophone silhouette players in the exact same stance all of the cafeteria. Which was kinda tacky. There were balloons, a DJ, and Mardi Gras beads. There were A LOT of Mardi Gras beads. We messed around during the dance, throwing them at each other, and breaking them, and getting them covered with sticky soda. We all took some home, the ones that weren't broken or covered with food and soda. I still have a bunch in a treasure chest.
Two days ago, I was channel surfing on the TV before I showered, and I saw a documentary called, "MARDI GRAS: MADE IN CHINA", and it told the story of the people in China who live in dangerous conditions just to make Mardi Gras beads, masks, and various other trinkets and paraphernalia. I only watched for 10 minutes, but it was very shocking. They worked for 14 hours a day, doing the same job. If they didn't pay attention, the machines could cut right through their fingers. If caught talking, they would be fined a whole day's work. They're paid unfair wages too. For every 12 Mardi Gras necklaces you buy, they only get $o.o1. One cent. They don't even know what the necklaces are used for in the United States, and could never dream of living in the extravagance and excess of Mardi Gras. Sorry if I'm beginning to rant.
- On Veterans Day
We marched and played. Smelled burning flag. Reminded me of Kilgore.
I don't know how to embed, so here is the link. :p
"Love the smell of napalm in the morning." All I could think of was "Love the smell of burning flag." I loled inside. xD
"Smells like ... victory... Someday, this war is gonna end."
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