"Saturday, In The Park...

I swear it was the Fourth of July"- Chicago, "Saturday In The Park."

What a weekend. Holy SCHNADE what a weekend. I've got a lot to talk about, so some things may get glazed over. If you want me to go further into depth about anything, just comment, send an e-mail, tweet at me, send me a messenger pigeon, establish a telepathic link, something. Whatevs.

So, Saturday! Woke up, for some reason was slightly depressed. Then, I remembered...HOLY SCHNADE, THERE'S A REU TODAY! That's a realization up there with suddenly waking up and remembering that you're Superman. So, eat some food, throw on some clothes, all that.

My commute and such is, as always, non-notable. Meh. It's public transit; you take one LIRR train, you've taken them all. And, even if you haven't, you probably don't want to.

So, REU! Get there, don't see anyone. The fountains are going, all that good stuff. And, Sam is there! Yay! I'm not the first one there! And, as things go on, Ariel, Marnie, Zoe, Dan, Faye, Sasha, Myles, Julie, Dermot, and the rest of the crew all show up. Fun times, go to Central Park, and that. Eventually, the music starts. And, what else comes on, but Heart Attack '64? Yes, waltzing in the park with CTYers. Lovely. As it turns out, waltzing is fun even if doen terribly. :D So, reunionizing goes on, is fun, all that. Good stuff. Lovely times with lovely people. Also, mono is unfun. It should just go and die, plz.

After that, get home, eat some dinner, go to my computer. But wait, apparently my neighbors are having a party to break in their outdoor fireplace! So, I go, say hello, and am "forced" to eat dinner again. It helps that the food was SUPER delicious. And, that night, I got to talk to yet another friend. And, of course, the ensuing conversation just confirmed how awesome that friend is.

Anyway, that was Saturday. Good day? Yes, very. Of course, the only downside? Coming down from that high the next day. Sunday was mostly an average day. That was, until I took a walk. Out of boredom, I decided to make some phone calls. Very, very good choice. First phone call longer than 3 or so minutes I've had in a while, and first time I've talked to anyone on the phone for more than an hour straight. Very nice.

Aaaand, it's today! Not much going on; I have a conversation with yet another friend, and truly realize something. I'm okay with crushes not developing much further for the most part. (Not that I'd be against that happening. Just that I'm fine for the most part with it not.) Why? Because they're all so cool, it doesn't matter! YAY!

To finish it all off, DINNER! Awesome food. STEAK! And, awesome stories about keeping penguins as pets! Thanks, JP*!

And now, I'm here! Only one thing has gone badly: STATUSES. Now, I'm not a warmonger. I do have thoughts of going into the military when I get older, but I certainly am not the "Kill kill killy! SHOOT AND RAPE SHOOT AND RAPE!" strawman that some believe the military to consist of. Of course, as it turns out, someone I know decided to protest memorial day for the dead of Iraq and Afghanistan. Yeah...no. He claims that all Iraq and Afghanistan vets are rapists and murderers. What the fuck ever happened to "Hate the war, love the soldier"? That's a principle I can get behind. Eurgh. DX

So, apart from that, this weekend? Wunnerful. ^_^


*Juan Pablo, a sailing coach from Chile. Really cool dude. He was in the Chilean navy, and once had a penguin for a pet, as well as an albatross, and he nearly brought home a pet puma once. AWESOMENESS!

"I'd rather laugh with the Sinners...

than cry with the saints."- Billy Joel

So, yeah. My school is mostly open, accepting, understanding, and kind.

I said mostly. As it turns out, there are a few bad apples that made it past the interviews. Of course, those bad apples are mostly just average, mildly annoying, but well-meaning guys. There's only one guy at my school who I can legitimately say I cannot stand. I shan't use his name, just in case.

However, I SHALL use his views. The main thing I realized is that, according to him, just about everyone I know is going to hell/is going against God. Other races? Not as good. Other religions? Why, in his opinion YOUR perspective on God is wrong, MINE is right. How does he justify this? "The Bible says so." How do we know the Bible is trustworthy? "Because it's the word of God." How do we know it's the word of God? "Because it says so, right here." Circular logic for the fail. Oh, and you're a terrible person if you're not as straight as an arrow.

So, yeah. This kid is an ignorant asshole. Of course, what's my reaction to him saying that my friends and I are all sinners?

I laugh. Why? Because, if this is sin, I shudder to think what being good is like.

There's nothing wrong with being gay, bi, agnostic, atheist, Muslim, Hindu, Jewish, Protestant, Catholic, and a million other things that people hate each other for. Nothing at all. What do you call a huge canvas? A canvas. Boring, not at all special. What happens when the colors, the thread sizes, the patterns, all that are changed up? That's right, you get a tapestry! If I have to live in a canvas world, I have no clue what I'd do. (Perhaps I could rose tint it? Although that'd still be kinda boring and monochromatic.)


Oh, also, a very short letter or three!

Dear yous,
I'm kind of awesome. Now will you admit you're goddamn adorable? Pleez? <3 <3 <3
Love, mes.

Dear person who got me to admit the above,
Thank you. That is all. :D
Love, me.

Dear everyone who has given me advice,
Thanks for giving it in great portions, and for each tidbit within those helpings being genuinely, ridiculously helpful. For example, on honesty. Or saving that signature.
Love, me.

Coming out of my cage...am I doing just fine?

(NOTE: I apologize for the pathetic, complaining tone of this post. My bad.)

So, yeah. Things seemed to be on the up-and-up lately. Got a date to the school dance, finally got the stones to open up about certain things, all that. So why am I not doing well?

Well, as it turns out, it sometimes seems like I can't win. I mean, in that romantic aspect of my life? Well, just as things were looking up, I decided to take another look at it. Bad idea. Why? As it turns out, I realized a couple things.

It seems that of the people I have crushes on, only about half are single. And, from that, it seems all but impossible for any of them to return anything my way. Why? Well, it seems that some of them either already have huge crushes. And, the one person that doesn't? I'm pretty sure that I'm not her type. (Not that I can see myself as anyone's, that is.)

It always turns out like this, it seems. Whenever I get onto the up-and-up, it never lasts. Especially when I begin to get comfortable with it. And, what did I do in the past few days? Get comfortably nuzzled into the up-and-up. Whoops.

Anyway, yeah. I fail. Although you probably already knew that. :D:

Whatever Tomorrow Brings...

So, back from the retreat. Good times, gooood times. Now, there's a problem of confidentiality. All that. Which is kind of a pain, given the fact that at least one of my followers over on Twitter is going to be going on this same retreat next year.

Anyway, Sternsie, if you ever care enough to read these things, SPOILER ALERT.

Now that we have that out of the way, the retreat. The one thing that has stuck out wasn't the multiple masses, or the questions we were given. The thing that I most value? The stuff I kinda winged as I went along. For example, letters. I had some spare time; I wrote more than 15 letters that I really should send eventually. So far, I actually plan on sending...2. But, I got my thoughts down. Which should hopefully count for something.

Anyway, I don't think it's spoiling too much if I say that there's a point during the retreat where they allow us to go to Reconciliation. (Catholic guilt rears it's ugly head!) To start the whole thing, they gave us a sheet with common moral failings; looking at porn, getting high, that kind of stuff. However, thrown in there is "Do I get too down on myself? Do I not recognize the gifts that God has given me?". Yeah...that one took a while. Most people, in talking to the priest, had one, or at most two people end up in line behind them. When I was done? Four people. I had talked for a while. And, you know what? It felt good. Even if I'm not that strong in practicing my faith, (I'm, for all intents and purposes a CEPSO Catholic, it seems- Christmas, Easter and Palm Sunday). So, I took a look at myself. I've had people call me smart, funny, adorable, all that. I've never felt it to be true. Just don't see it. Of course, the priest said something that really struck when I was talking to him- "Perhaps others see something in us that we can't see in ourselves."

Thus, from now on, I'm going to try and stop myself from denying compliments as much as I have in the past.

I'll just deny perceiving them in myself. Also, note that I only said "as much as I have in the past". Not "completely". :D

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