Today was national "Shut the hell up, queer" day. All the gays and lesbians and their friends got together with bright yellow t-shirts and didn't talk. It was nice, I didn't have to hear their whining like usual. At first I thought it was to raise awareness to find a cure for this mental illness that plagues our nation today, or possibly to ship them all to their natural habitat in San Fransisco, but apparently it was to honor the silence that imposed upon the gay commuunity by society. Something like that. But they still tried to communicate anyway, mouthing words and writing and what-not. If you're going to be silent, then do it, don't defeat the purpose by sneaking around it. Damn fruits, can't trust with anything, not even their own movement. This is exactly what I hate about high school - not only do people think their opinion matters, but they make a big out of it. Nobody cares if you're gay, and you only perpetuate the oppression by whining about it. If you just shut up like you did today, we'll leave you alone. In the real world, gay people just go about their business and oh by the way they just happen to be gay. Around here, they have to be a jerk about it. Then when I don't like them they automatically assume it is a gay thing. I don't not like you because you're gay, I don't like you because you're a jerk. I have no respect for gay rights activists, or any other kind of rights other than equal rights for all. Every man in this country has the right to marry any woman of his choice, and this is not equality? I say we have a day to honor the decline of American masculinity. But instead of silence, we only make gutteral noises and grunt like Tim Allen. AARRRARRAAAAARRR.
Saturday: This summer I have to choose between working at Broadstone again and going back to Philmont. I'll be happy either way as long as I get to do one. I have to go to one of the orientations for Wilmington at some point. If I get Teaching Fellows, I have to be at a meeting in Raleigh on June 19. The Philmont crew leaves on the 18th; I'd have to meet up with them later, go on a plane and a bus by myself. It would be really convenient if I was an alternate and didn't have to go to that meeting. I also have yet to hear from Jude, so I'd better e-mail her and tell her that another opportunity has come up.
Sunday: Didn't get Teaching Fellows. Didn't get hired back at Broadstone. Philmont, I'm coming home!
I don't really care about Broadstone or Teaching Fellows anymore, I'm just glad to finally have something solid to answr with instead of "I'll know soon." In lesser news, I had a camping trip this weekend and it kicked ass. Alex cooked portabellas stuffed with crab meat, steamed cabbage, and pecan pie, among other things. The children all got hypothermia, and we had to carry one on a stretcher down the mountain. Slept on the van because I forgot my sleeping bag, and made my bowl out of tin foil because I forgot that too. Basically I took nothing but the clothes on my back and a pocket knife. The view was awesome, and I'd rather be back in the woods again than anywhere else.
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