Do 5 page paper the night before it’s due. Do powerpoint project in which I have to design my own store, what it sells, and the floor layout the same night/morning before. (both while high off my ass)
Get A’s on both.
I don’t think I’ll want to ever do it again, but I am just so happy and proud of myself right now just ugh yay.
she read my fb status about gay marriage and ahh this is what she said:
Don’t get mad or hurt…
People have the right to have their different beliefs and opinions…that I agree with.
But why is it that I am slammed by people who have beliefs or opinions that contradict mine.
I have never said f*** y** to someone because they do not agree with my faith or the God I believe in.
There are certain things that as someone who does believe in God I believe are right…
so why is it okay to say these types of things to me because my beliefs disagree with someone elses?
You choose not to think the way I do yet I do not curse you, so why is it ok for you to curse me because I do not change my way of thinking?
I love you…
So this is what I said back:
Don’t worry, I’m not mad or hurt.
How I feel is actually all in a letter I put in your mother’s day card and all sealed away and don’t worry it’s nothing bad, because I do understand that you have different beliefs, and I accept that and still love you and know you still love me :)
I’m not asking everyone to think the way I think and for everyone to have my way of thinking. I know I could have worded what I said a bit differently now, but what I mean is that no matter what someone’s private belief, they should not impress their own upon others and call it law. Not everyone shares the same belief, so why make one belief the law in this case, especially when it is concerning something that does not even have to include religion in the act, it could just be a government sanctioned act. I am aware that some people would disagree and be upset if gay marriage were to be made legal, but there’s a difference when a law upsets you but really does not affect you or set any limitations upon you, and when a law upsets you and at the same time takes away some of your rights and affects you deeply.
No matter if you believe that men should not marry men in the eye of God or in a church, that should not stop them from having their love recognized by the state so that they may be equal to others in the eye of the law. To say they may not be married to each other, but may have something of a lesser value (no matter how little of a difference), it makes them a second class citizen. I’m not saying all religions should recognize gay marriage and accept it with open arms, I am aware that they have their own beliefs and I do not want to force them to bend to my ways. But when it comes to the government, which is supposed to be separate from the church, I do wish that men and women of the lgbt community receive the same rights as their heterosexual counterparts. As to a religious ceremony for them, that’s up to the churches and I would not support the government forcing churches to sanction lgbt weddings because that would not be any better than the government telling the lgbt community that they cannot wed. Those are my feelings, and I do admit I could have written my Facebook status a little better, but yeah.
Okay so i think i’ve finally lost my mind maybe i smoked too much pot last night. but in my suggested friends thing on facebook, it suggested this girl with a name close to my sister’s name. Hers is Julia Goldsbary (well, Olate now, but it was Goldsbary), and this thing in the suggested friends is Jula Goldberry. I clicked on it to see what it was all about and it has her birthday, and both my sister and her husband are friends with it. What THE FUCK.
Jula Goldberry? It sounds like that creepy ass Dolan comic is saying my sister’s name. Jula pls. Ugh. I think I’m still high or something cause this is not normal.
today was so pointless school-wise
i went to my first class forgetting that it was cancelled and my next class wasn’t for another 3 hours. luckily i ran into savi and i went with her back to her dorm room to nap and eat lunch. then i didn’t even go to my 2 O’clock class because it was going to be a pointless day in that class. i then went with savi and kaela to the health center cause kaela was experiencing some heart attack realness, so i was like 15 minutes to my 3:30 class but that didn’t matter because all we did was work on stuff i had basically finished last week and then we got to leave early. so now i’m home and watching angry beavers and hoping some random person that follows me actually messages me or something so i’m not bored out of my mind even though i should be doing work.
so in my journalism class one of my classmates was interviewed by my professor and he recounted his time in prison for driving while on meth and crashing, killing his passenger and the two people in the other car. apparently my professor had asked him to do this for other classes in previous years. he was released on parole after 5 years in prison in 2008.
but the weirdest fucking shit was when he was talking about prison he said parts of it were cool and he actually laughed during some parts. which i mean i guess could be because he was nervous as fuck telling this story so he reacted weirdly? but still oh my god.
So to begin I’ll tell you about the flowers. My roommate got flowers from someone for some reason I don’t remember so we had them on the table. Eventually, my allergies started acting up because of them so we decided to get rid of them. Well later that evening we had a party (the one where I ended up vomiting in my bathroom). When I was just drunk enough to have the balls to do it, my roommate another friend and I decided what to do with them. There’s this elderly woman that lives on the floor above us, she’s a nice woman but really talkative and kindof nosey/annoying. We decided to give them to her. So there we were silently making our way up to her floor, my roommate humming the Mission Impossible theme song while I tried not to laugh. I warily approached her door, hoping to god she wasn’t awake at that hour, placed the flowers on her door mat and bolted back down the hall and stairs as though I had committed a crime. We made it back inside safely and couldn’t stop laughing about how stupid we were but we were proud of ourselves cause we were drunk.
And now, upon my return home my roommate has showed me this, tacked up on the bulletin board above the condo mailboxes.
I don’t know how to feel.
All I could focus on for the last 3 hours or so was my project, and I’m done with everything I can do here at home. Tomorrow morning I’ll wake up really early, get to campus and print the pictures and then glue everything down on the board.
I’ve got to admit though, this project was pretty fun since I got to imagine what a children’s clothing line for Mugler would look like.
While listening to Girl Gone Wild I realized that I’m going to be seeing and hearing this shit live and I am so fucking excited. When my mom came down on saturday to visit and help with my car she was really excited for when the tickets go on sale.
And seeing as this will probably be Madonna’s last tour before she’s restricted to a wheelchair, I cannot control how I feel.
Like, just imagining how it’s going to feel to be in the crowd while she sings and dances to this makes me really excited. Add to that I’m going with my mom makes it actually special.
No but okay I went to the club last night and it was amazing.
We got there a little late and parking was a bitch to find but get this we got free parking on a saturday night in west hollywood. That’s motherfucking right. And all but like one or two songs they played were A+. They even played Judas, Marry The Night, She’s Not Me, The Motto, and Baby Got Back.
And aside from the grotesque scene of old old man and partially naked tranvestite getting it on at the bar, it was a wonderful night and I am so glad it happened.
I haven’t been posting anything recently. My laptop charger broke, so I just looked through Tumblr on my phone and didn’t bother to post anything. But my step dad just repaired it today temporarily while we wait for another one to get here.
Not much to update on. I’m excited beyond belief to get back to school and get distracted again. I can’t wait to see my friends again. Oh, and Grey’s Anatomy has officially taken over my life. I have almost finished the 6th season, and I have cried so many fucking times. Like actual ugly sobbing with tears streaming down my face. I’m way too emotionally invested and I need someone to freak out about it with.
Things I’m looking forward to:
- Friends in Long Beach
- New Madonna material
- Friends in Long Beach
You know, there are some times when I can put aside my irrational hatred for myself and actually entertain the yearning for a man. It’s funny because it seems like every guy I end up liking likes me back at one point, but they almost never seem to be the right guy. So maybe the right guy will be one I don’t want, or one I want that doesn’t want me. Things shouldn’t be easy, things should be fun and messy and dangerous and irresponsible. I don’t want to be as boring as I am.
I’m at a dangerous point in life right now, it is way to easy to give up or fail and end up stuck in this town still. And I am not going to find a man here. Fuck that.
Who, when, where. Those are three things that I don’t know. But the one thing I do know is that I think I’m finally going to open myself up to the possibility of it all. No more meaningless fucks that only serve to satisfy the urge for release. I want something that means something and makes me feel good about myself for a change. I think I’d like that a lot more.
There are some changes that I’m going to start making and I think once things are in order and on the right track, I’m going to be on my way to being happier.