Regarding Maine repealing a law allowing same-sex marriages...
November 4, 2009
My favorite quote from Reddit today:
"When prop 8 passed in California, there was a shot of the reaction from the campaign headquarters. I'll never forget this. At the center of the image was a guy in a suit throwing both hands up, mouth agape in pure jubilation of victory. It was as if he's just won the Lotto. I just couldn't understand how someone could be so thrilled about having gotten so little. What did he get? Nothing. How did his life change? Will he not have to get up for work in the morning? Are his bills any cheaper? Has a loved one who was sick been cured? Does he get more money, video games, blow jobs, or whatever he likes to do in his spare time? He gets nothing. It was all because it felt so good to hurt someone."
I know I have a lot of friends who are vehemently against same-sex marriage and won't agree with the above sentiments -- but it's exactly how I feel. This is bigotry, plain and simple.
To be fair, it is stated in the bible that God is against divorcing one's spouse. I think divorce should be made illegal in the United States. Let's see how all of these hypocrites feel then.
It's no joke that the mid-western states in the USA are privileged to have the highest divorce rate on the entire planet.
Labels: typical
There she is with another hour before her.
November 2, 2009
He never brought the poem to class. Should this be a direct hit on my self-esteem?
Class is going perfectly well, albeit slowly. We're reading "Der Vorleser" and it's slightly frustrating. We're not supposed to read ahead but we're finishing three chapters a week and I could have that whole stupid book finished in an hour. This is typical of any schooling I've ever done -- I may not be a genius but I do read super fast.
A Running Update: It's killing me. Not the running part, mind you, but November. I despise November for so many different reasons, one of them being the fact that from dawn to dusk for 30 days the outside world is a depressing gray-and-white wet fest. Absolutely nothing out there encourages me to put my shoes on, stretch, and go.
What's worse is I know if I don't run 3 or 4 times a week I'm going to be an unhappy mess come February and I really, really don't want that. More importantly: I can't afford it. I have other things I need to do and previous years have shown that being depressed puts a real damper on my plans.
I need a treadmill.
The cat spends her days recently going in and out of the door, bringing us leaves which have blown onto the balcony. By the time autumn is over, we'll have a little wooden tray filled with them on display in the living room. I think it's her version of storing away food for the winter.
I'm finding it hard to get back into the routine of updating regularly. I apologize.
Labels: health, running, typical