Hello, (mostly imagined) readers!
Sherrod here!
I know I've been gone for a while, but I'm back now, at least for the moment.

Now I'd like to talk about a problem at my local library, you know the one: the one with the books and computers, the one near the park.

Usually I love the library. Unlimited access to books during all working hours, wi-fi, mandatory silence: all of these are things that I appreciate and love, however, recently it has come to my attention that our library is lacking in a very real and glaring way.

Out of the huge and sprawling American history collection at this library, there are literally TWO, I repeat TWO books that have anything to do with women's suffrage: one of them is a biography of Susan B. Anthony, and another is a history of voting and democracy in the United States.

AND THAT IS RIDICULOUS.

Not to mention pathetic and upsetting for many reasons including
1. I have a paper to write and had hoped to do it on race relations within the suffrage movement, and that's gonna be hard to do with NO BOOKS ON SUFFRAGE.
2. DID I MENTION THERE ARE NO BOOKS ON SUFFRAGE? Just, what!? I don't even!?asdfghjkl!

So, dear readers, (yes, I'm talking to you, it's not like there's a bunch of others, is it?) if you have any books on race relations within the suffrage movement, or women's suffrage in general, you know where they are needed.
... My house
... Seriously, you guys, I have a paper to write
... Help me, please

I'll be waiting eagerly by the door for you to bring the books
Until then, dear readers

Live long and prosper.
~ Sherrod

It's That Time of Year...

Students all over the world are losing there minds this month. Why? It's time for finals. This is that one time of the year where you basically forget everything you've ever learned and are stressing over nearly everything because the entire term depends on this one little test. And, I really do applaud everyone who is staying sane during this month because heaven knows I'm not one of you. I've already decided that, if worse comes to worse, I could always move out west and become an assistant to some snobby actress with a little purse rat. But, seriously, that is my ultimate last resort, right after being homeless.
It's also the holiday season. I didn't do a Thanksgiving post and I should have. To bee honest, I was too busy eating to think of doing anything else. And, now, it's almost Christmas and it doesn't feel right. I don't know. Last year I counted down days, marked off calenders, baked cookies and cupcakes. Christmas is next week and I feel nothing. I think it's because I know Christmas will be ruined by the loss of Matt Smith as the Doctor. Although, I am pretty excited about Peter Capaldi...

And Now For The Weather...

Okay, let my first say that the title is supposed to be ironic and funny, but because not many people outside of tumblr would understand the reference, it's therefore pointless on this platform. There's this podcast called Welcome To Nightvale about this desert town that's got a lot of weird things going on and, at the strangest parts, the broadcaster always cuts out for the weather (which is usually some ridiculous song that has pretty much nothing to do with the weather). I'll probably be talking about that a lot more from now on 'cause I really like it.
Anyway, it's December. In most normal parts of the Northern Hemisphere, that means cold weather, snow, sleet, etc. etc. Not in Memphis. It's like 80 degrees outside (by the slight chance anyone doesn't understand, it's Fahrenheit, not Celsius. The world is not ending, I swear). It went from 30 degrees to 80 in one night and it's ridiculous that one city can shift that quickly. Plus, it's supposed to rain/sleet/freeze tonight/tomorrow. Now, I wouldn't mind very much because we'd get out of school, but this means the play might be cancelled and I did not stay after school until 6 every day this week to reschedule the thing. That's not okay.Anyway, I'm hoping that the weather isn't too bad because Memphis is dangerous enough when it rains. People here cannot drive whatsoever.

...B is for Bald...and other stuff

I need to go bald. Seriously, I am the worst person when it comes to taking care of my hair, therefore I do not need it. I'm telling you, those bald eagles have it made! I HONESTLY CANNOT STAND MY HAIR. I've expressed my disdain to my mother on numerous occasions, but she simply looks at me and asks if I have "lost my mind"--evidently she spends too much money on its upkeep for me to just shave it off, but in the long run, me being bald would end up saving money...

Also, I think I'm going to join Sherrod and become a Jewish nun, even though I am not Jewish, nor are there nuns in Judaism. But alas, we're so awesome, that we're gonna break tradition and become nuns...that are Jewish...

As you can tell by now, I'm rambling, like a good weird child, but it's not my fault--I've downed like three cups of black tea at this point all in the name of writing an adequate critical response to the 1961 film adaption of A Raisin in the Sun..as you can see I am having no luck in this endeavor. Well, wish me luck anyway, and hopefully I can make it through the rest of the night without shaving my head in frustration and throwing my laptop against the wall since I can't seem to concoct a proper intro to my essay...*le sigh*