i'm a hippie at heart (minus the drugs and immorality, of course).
you see, when i was in seventh grade, my best friend carly gave me these awesome bell-bottom jeans that were her mom's in the 70's. it was love at first sight. i squeezed my little tushie in those tight bell-bottoms almost every day that year...in fact, one day, they were on so tight, they gave me a stomach ache...and even made me barf in the ninth grade hall (how embarrassing for a little sevvie to puke in front of the big-bad ninth graders). true story.
tonight, my hippie-ness came out as i made this anti-racism poster for my Multicultural Education class. all you need is love, right?
i have a feeling that tonight i'm going to dream in kaleidoscopes with incense and wonder what it would be like to live in a yellow submarine with orange, green and yellow people, all while singing and dancing.
i guess i could just watch sesame street instead.