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Some men have everything and some have none, so rise and shine
--Still trying to keep abreast of everything going on in Iran, but it's tough. Tough and also frustrating, because I literally don't have any idea what to do. Beyond little things like tinting my profile picture green and wearing a green armband. And I changed my location on my Twitter profile to "Tehran" and set my timezone to GMT+3:30 -- the idea being that since the repressing forces are trying to hunt down the people illegally twittering in Iran, the more of us who have our locations set there, the harder it will be for them to find the people who really are situated there. And I'm trying to spread information to friends who have no idea what's going on there.
But beyond that, what is there I can do? Would donating money make a difference -- not that I have any to donate at this point?
I wish I were more like Anderson Cooper. When he felt like this -- and when he was younger than I am -- he just picked up and started jetting off to Third World countries and interviewing and helping and getting the word out.
--On a lighter note, I cleaned the fuck out of my room today. I even did ~laundry.~ A few corners are still piled high with boxes, though: I literally have five or six boxes filled with nothing but books, sentimental trinkets, and pictures and like that. I save all the birthday cards and letters and little presents people give me because they make me smile. On the other hand, they're not making me smile if they're just sitting around in boxes. But it seems ridiculous to unpack if I'll only be home for six months. (Hah. "Only.") I don't know. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away.
--The point is, I'll have clean underwear at some point soon, and this is a good thing.
--I have a pretty dress. My pretty dress is something known as a "Magic Wrap." It looks revoltingly simple to make; it's just two large pieces of fabric sewn together at one end, with two straps. It functions primarily as a wrap skirt, but the idea is that you can also wrap it around yourself and make it into many different interesting dresses depending on how you fold it. This only works in theory. It is in fact very complicated, not to mention too big for me, so whenever I want to wear it I have to get someone to help me. Very embarrassing. But worth it: ( a picture. )
But beyond that, what is there I can do? Would donating money make a difference -- not that I have any to donate at this point?
I wish I were more like Anderson Cooper. When he felt like this -- and when he was younger than I am -- he just picked up and started jetting off to Third World countries and interviewing and helping and getting the word out.
--On a lighter note, I cleaned the fuck out of my room today. I even did ~laundry.~ A few corners are still piled high with boxes, though: I literally have five or six boxes filled with nothing but books, sentimental trinkets, and pictures and like that. I save all the birthday cards and letters and little presents people give me because they make me smile. On the other hand, they're not making me smile if they're just sitting around in boxes. But it seems ridiculous to unpack if I'll only be home for six months. (Hah. "Only.") I don't know. I can't bring myself to throw any of it away.
--The point is, I'll have clean underwear at some point soon, and this is a good thing.
--I have a pretty dress. My pretty dress is something known as a "Magic Wrap." It looks revoltingly simple to make; it's just two large pieces of fabric sewn together at one end, with two straps. It functions primarily as a wrap skirt, but the idea is that you can also wrap it around yourself and make it into many different interesting dresses depending on how you fold it. This only works in theory. It is in fact very complicated, not to mention too big for me, so whenever I want to wear it I have to get someone to help me. Very embarrassing. But worth it: ( a picture. )