What You Feel Is What You Are, And What You Are Is Beautiful

Say what you will about Memphis (and believe me, I've said a LOT), but the music scene downtown isn't bad. The Broad Street Arts Fest was unreal. Street performers with purple hair, YoLo RVs, and artsy photos of men doing funny things. I always love this time of year. It sort of feels hopeful, like I'm getting a clean slate. Speaking of, I've begun reading this series of books called Sweep, that talks a lot about Wicca, and it's very fascinating to me. No, it is not devil worship, you ignoramuses. Honestly, it's all based on hippie ideas like loving nature and that whatever you take, you give. It seems really interesting. Might be an area of study for me. Oh my goodness, I can so see someone random from school reading this and saying,"Watch out for Rachel, she's apparently a witch now!" Well, sometimes I can be a word that rhymes with witch, but I promise not to cast any spells on you. Or, who knows, I could discover I'm a witch and start turning people into slugs or something. Actually, when it comes to a few people, that wouldn't be bad to watch. Such as Justin Beiber. Someday I will shave off his hair and sell it on eBay. He has it coming.