Oh, really?  You found it appropriate to refer to our governor as “Cuomo the homo” at lunch today?

Let’s break this down, shall we?

So, are you targeting Governor Cuomo specifically because he made marriage equality a reality in New York state?  Because personally, I think it’s pretty awesome that he supports love over hate.  Wait, you don’t like the idea of gay marriage?  Then don’t get one.  Me?  I want my friends to be happy, I know, crazy, right?

Or maybe you were just being homophobic in general.  That’s possible, too.  If you think you weren’t hurting anyone at the table personally, think again.  Because when you make homophobic comments, I just think of:

1.  My friends who identify with the LGBT community.  And I love all my friends to death.  When you make homophobic comments it’s like you’re bullying EVERY SINGLE ONE OF THEM AT ONCE.  Sorry if I don’t take kindly to that.

2. My professors who identify with the LGBT community.  And I admire and respect and care about these like people like you wouldn’t believe.  And when you use a word like “homo” in a derogatory way, it feels to me like you’re hurting them.  And I REALLY don’t take kindly to that.

3. The fact that someone at the table might be gay.  Who knows?  Just think, after you made that comment, do you really think they’d be comfortable coming out around you? You just mocked a major part of them. And even if everyone at that table was 110% straight, I guarantee that there’s someone, somewhere in their lives who identifies as LGBT.  You just insulted them, too.  Congratulations. 

Now, you probably think I got a little worked up about this.  You were just joking, right?  Go ahead, make an excuse for your ignorance.  It’s a safe move.  Or, you know, you could learn to think before you speak.  And it’s never too late to educate yourself, in my opinion.  The choice is yours. 

(Source: bonjour-paige)

Well, everyone, according to the Facebook statuses that one of my cousins likes to post, I’m now going to hell for two reasons:

1) I believe women should have access to birth control and
2) I support marriage equality.

Huh. Well.  That’s a fun thing to post on Facebook, especially when another one of our cousins is openly bisexual, and I’m 99% sure that most of the other people reading her posts use some form of birth control.  Or at least know someone who is on the pill for medical reasons.  Or something. 

Everyone is entitled to an opinion, of course, but I don’t take kindly to these types of “You’re evil because…” arguments.  I think they’re just mean spirited.  And offensive.

At least now I don’t have to sit around and wait for the most awkward day of my life; it has already happened.

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Is that terrible?
I just want a break from everything—assignments, necessary socializing, etc.
I know I should just be focusing on my writing/lit classes but sometimes I just want to go home. 
I’m just worn out.
…

After every first day of classes I’m always like, “Okay!  This semester I’m gonna do ALL THE READING, I’m gonna write ALL MY PAPERS EARLY, I’m gonna be SUPERSTUDENT….”
I mean, I’ve done really well so far.  I have a 3.8.  But I’m such a procrastinator when it comes to reading for classes I’m not particularly interested in.

So when in doubt, I go on Tumblr.
This has been another personal rant with no sensible conclusion.  =)

So, if anyone ever wants to exhaust themselves, I suggest doing the following:

• Work seven 8-hour days in a row.
• After that, pack your life into boxes.
• Force yourself to leave early to avoid impending Irene doom to county.
• Spend a night in the metropolitan area closest to your college.  Complete last minute shopping in confusing suburban town. 
• Wake up early to avoid hurricane doom that’s found you anyway.
• Unpack car on the shores of one of the Great Lakes that’s experiencing high wind and waves.
• Discover the network rejects your computer, despite the fact that you’re a junior and you’ve been connecting to the damn network for years now.
• Trek through hurricane edges to technology center.  Get told you have to leave the baby there.
• Four hours later, trek back, retrieve computer, and attempt to relax in dorm.
• Endure conversation with ex-boyfriend who shows up at dorm room.  SOMANYEMOTIONS.

I really shouldn’t complain.  I know.  But…I just want to go to bed, okay?  And have a nice, relaxing first day of classes?  Pretty please?

P.S. Get well soon Pat Monahan.  I love you lots and lots and I want you to get better.  Okay? <3

• Driving to work I passed a couple doing a legitimate reenactment of the bicycle scene from Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.  Unfortunately, “Raindrops Keep Fallin’ On My Head” was not playing on my car’s radio. 
• Sitting on the bench outside of work, waiting for my boss, “Because You Love Me” by Celine Dion came on the plaza’s sound system.  Unfortunately, in my sleep deprived condition, my brain could imagine nothing but (spoiler alert) Robert Redford’s demise at the end of Up Close and Personal.  I almost cried.
• And of course, to quote YET ANOTHER Robert Redford movie, “Today it rained,” meaning, we were FLOODED with customers, none of whom could speak English, meaning, basically, they couldn’t understand the signs OR our explanations of the sales, which meant that 75% of them proceeded to SCREAM things at us in broken English and THROW the clothes at us.
• Due to this, a coworker and I contemplated beginning a life of crime, a la Bonnie and Clyde (probably minus the sexual tension, because we’re just friends).

Oh, but on the bright side, upon driving home, I recieved funny text messages from my best friend, my old roomie, and my boss.  Oh, and I bought an incredibly cute shirt for less than ten dollars.  (Sometimes there’s a bright side to retail!)

I think I need ice cream.  Or coffee.  Maybe coffee flavored ice cream?  Or maybe I’ll just get both.  It’s been one of those days….