The Journal of a Lurker

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Okay. So I have this whole angry shakey-fists rant about how retarded this whole mosque argument is, mostly because it's totally without merit, and in truth it's goddamn racist and reeks of bigotry. However, as angry and as willing as I am to expound my opinions concerning this, I'm having a hard time organizing my thoughts well enough to write them down, so forgive me if this is a little jumpy or disconnected. There are several points which I want to scream about, like the fact that it's not a mosque, it's a community center, and it's not right on top of where the Trade Towers were, it's like, several blocks from there, and for that matter, there are all sorts of places being put there, like sex shops (which, while I personally have nothing against, I know that the people that make up the American public may have an issue). 

So, what's the goddamn problem? If it's not actually a mosque, just a community center with a culinary school and a basketball court, and a prayer area, and if it's not right on top of where the Towers went down, what's the issue? The answer is, is that there is no actual issue. It's just plain racism that's driving this. 

If we really want to piss the terrorists off, if we really want to show the extremists that we aren't like them, America should be 100% behind this. It shows them that Americans stand up for their rights, stand up for their Constitution, and to people who threaten it, we say FUCK YOU. We are so strong, we are so devout in our belief, in our rights, that we stand up for all Americans, Muslim or no. America fosters respect and love, not fear and hatred. What are young Muslim American people thinking right now? Do they think, I am proud of my country? Odds are, no. They probably think, my country is afraid of me. It doesn't trust me, and it thinks that I am a terrorist. 

And all this shit about Obama being Muslim- which he is not, he's goddamn Baptist. But for that matter WHAT DOES IT MATTER? What the fuck does it matter? Why is it an issue? He's the President of the United States- he swore to uphold the Constitution, and that means that his personal religion should not matter. 

Furthermore, I am also made angry by a Post Secret card I saw on the website the other day. It said something along the lines of, "I saw a man in turban boarding my flight, and I intentionally missed my flight. I'm not ashamed", which I say, You, Sir/Madam, should be, because you are a fucking moron. 95% of the time, a man wearing a turban is a Sikh, a person who's ENTIRE religion is based on the principles of equality, understanding, and tolerance. That's right. All of those principles someone apparently neglected to teach YOU. 

In conclusion, I need to graduate so I can take over. 

First day was kind of a blur- the ride down was long, we got stuck in standstill traffic for like, half an hour, and then we were there. Hollins!

I got checked in- got a retarded looking ID taken, got my keys, etc. Then I got moved in. The Movers and Shakers- people who volunteer to help us move in- got our car unloaded, and then carried our stuff upstairs.

When we got to my room, I met my roommate's parents, who are very nice. They had actually done things backwards-they had moved in, and then Kate went to go check in. Her parents went to lunch, and then we got busy. We moved all our stuff to the otherside of the room, as the movers had put her things on the window side bed.

God. I started this entry at like, 6 this morning, when I got up, but I was still too tired then and I'm tired now at 9:22. Totally crappy first college entry, I'm sorry.

I've met some seriously awesome people- a girl in my hall is from Baltimore, whoop! Also, another girl in my hall, Maddie, who's also in my seminar class, she's really great. Her dad is Irish, so we get along awesomely, lol.

My roommate is really cool- kind of like a much taller (she's 6 feet!) not-as-awesome version of my very own Robbie. =D She's a film student, and she loves a lot of the same things you do, Robs, and she talks a little like you do too. Never fear, though, you're not getting replaced. =D

My dorm room is the biggest in the hall- which is really, really cool. I have taken pictures, but I don't have a thing to plug into my computer, so I'll upload them tomorrow when my parents come by.

I have to make a list of things I want from home, so I'm going to take off now. I'll write more later- also, I'm always up for a call. I've been chatty Cathy on the phone with Mom and Dad, but at the computer now, I'm too exhausted to really type, lol.

More updates to come.

M

This might sound lame, but I'm totally broken up over Tim Russert's death. I was and am still shocked by the news. I feel like I'm on the brink of tears.

I loved him dearly. My Sunday mornings have consisted of waking up early, making coffee, getting something to eat, watching Sunday Morning, and then switching over to Meet the Press. I loved the ones with James Carville and his wife, and I looked forward to hearing his voice, looked forward to the intelligent debates that the show consisted of.

And look, I'm young. I'm really fucking young, all things considered, I'm going to be 18 in August. And for me to really have been interested in him, in his show, says a lot about his character, about the impact he had on people. He seemed like such a nice guy, and I would have greatly enjoyed meeting him.

I feel sort of like I've lost an uncle, someone who wasn't around so much, but was still a comforting, familiar presence in my life.

It's weird. Like, when I've thought about my life in the future, my Sunday routine has been set. Up by eight, coffee by eight-thirty, watch Sunday Morning, watch Meet the Press.

RIP Sunday morning routine. Rest in peace Tim Russert.

SO LIKE, SIX PEOPLE READ MY JOURNAL, AND LIKE, ONLY ONE OF THOSE WATCHES SUPERNATURAL, SO LJ-CUT FOR SPOILERS (OF WHICH THERE IS ONLY A SLIGHT ONE, AND FOR NEXT WEEK, BESIDES THAT ONE QUOTE) CAN TAKE A HIKE. *MOONS THE LJ CUT*

OH, HEY THERE, SCARY!SUPERNATURAL! GOD, IT'S BEEN A WHILE, WITH ALL THIS PLOT STUFF GOING ON, BUT HOLY HELL IS IT GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN.

GUYS. MY SHOWWWW. MY SHOOOW IS BACK ON, AND WHEN I SAY IT IS BACK I MEAN IT IS BACK, I'M SO EXCITED. AND SCARED. AT THIS MOMENT, I HAVE EVERY LIGHT ON AND PROBABLY WON'T BE ABLE TO SLEEP FOR ANOTHER, OH, FOURTY-FIVE MINUTES TO AN HOUR.

I MAY EVEN HAVE TO WATCH THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL TO CALM MYSELF DOWN FOR A WHILE. SOMETHING ON WHALES, OR SOME SHIT. DIRTY JOBS EVEN. I'M DOWN WITH THAT.

WINCHESTERS, YOU FOUL MOUTHED BEAUTIFUL BOYS, I MISSED YOU.

AT ALL GOES TO SHOW THAT THERE IS GAY LOVE. PIERCING THE VEIL OF DEATH. AND SAVING THE DAY.

OH, GOD, ♥ X A MILLION JILLION WITH A NAKED JENSEN ON TOP.

(OH BY THE WAY, HELLO, THERE, FATHER OF HOT, JOHN WINCHESTER ,AND YOUR BEYOND-THE-GRAVE-CALLING AND CRAWLING-OUT-OF-HELL-ADVICE-GIVING TO YOUR HOT, DOOMED SON. I APPROVE, GOOD SIR. I APPROVE, INDEED.)

WHY DO I NOT HAVE ANY SPN ICONS? EPIC FAIL ON MY PART, GUYS, EPIC FAIL.

IS WHAT THOSE FUCKING PANIC BOYS PRODUCED. FUCK THE ODD PART. GOD, GUYS, WHAT THE HELL, IT'S SO GOOD.

♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ X OH, FOEVERRRRRR.

I intended to make this post a meme post, but I figured, what the hell, I haven't put anything in here worth jack shit in a while.

I'm stuck in a neverending game of tug away with my childhood at one end and my adulthood at the other. I want to go and hide back into humid summers with long, long hair, first crushes and never having to care about what's going on around me.

I used to think I was so smart, but I feel like laughing at how incredibly stupid I really am.

Hmmmm. I really like the bass line to Carry On Wayward Son. Bum, ba-bum, ba-bum. Simple, but providing the solid, sturdy backbone for the rest of the song.

I don't know what I want to do with my life. Do I work in music? I'd love to be one of those people who goes out and discovers bands, and help them get successful. Or music journalism? That'd be cool. Getting to sit around and listen to music all day, and then get to talk about it. Or am I just a music junkie?

Do I do something with my art, which is, frankly, so not up to AP standards it's not even slightly funny, except in that wow-I-suck kind of way? Costume designing is the only really viable thing I see for my art, which, okay, I would love. It's basically all I do- sketch people with styles of clothing I like. And in costume design I so don't have to draw backgrounds which is A-okay with me.

Do I use my formidable opinionated mouth and brain to become a civil advocate, which my mom sees really suiting me? Do I teach? Do I decide just to fuck all, learn to play the guitar and make music myself?

My life is nothing but questions I don't have the answers to, and know I won't get them.

Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man, though my mind could think I still was a mad man.

MDB keyword meme
1. Go to IMDB.com and look up a bunch of your favorite movies.
2. Post three or four official IMDB "Plot Keywords" for each.
3. You guys guess the movies.

1. Crossdresser/ France/ American Abroad/ Expatriate GUESSED BY POOKIE. thousand_faces Lols. Victor/Victoria.

2. Romance / General Mitchell International Airport / Ensemble Film / Briton Abroad / guessed by Love Actually

3. Controversial / Wish Fulfillment / Coming Of Age / Good Versus Evil guessed by arioch8688 Aladdin!

4. Sequel Mentioned During End Credits / Homeless Man / Fart / Monster / By this point, I'm suspecting foul play, goddamn it, arioch8688. Dogma

5. Car Crash / Soda Machine / Secret Agent / Cell Phone guessed by thousand_faces The Transporter

6. Politician / Senator / White House / Gun Control / Grand Pooh Pah of memes, arioch8688, The American President

7. Boots/ Song/ Soho/ Model HA! guessed by my love, thousand_faces Kinky Boots!

8. Irreverent / Madame / Eccentric / Rope / Wrench guessed by arioch8688 Clue the Movie!

9. Sex With Servant / Rape Scene / Historical / Rape / Scotland guessed by thousand_faces Rob Roy

10. Class System / Family / Suitor / Family Relationship / Comedy Of Mannersarioch8688 Pride and Prejudice

GO!

I fully expect no one to do this, but whatever.

Also, the I want to marry the boy in my icon, and have musically talented red-headed babies with him, and live happily ever after with him and his neurotic best friend, the end.

ETA: Guys, guys! I learned how to do those cute little heart things!! I'm so excited! And yes, expect them to be abused! ♥♥♥♥♥

ETA2: Hints on the last one, because it's hard: It's an action flick, with Handsome Rob putting James Bond to fucking shame with his bad-assery. There is a sequel, with equal amounts of sexy kick ass. If Jason Bourne and this guy got into it, I think they'd call it off in the middle of the fight to just agree that they are all sorts of bad-ass awesome and call it a day.

ETA3 COMPLETED! Woo, good job guys!! *cookies and kudos to everyone*

1) Make a list of 10 characters.
2) Assign each character a number.
3) Without telling anyone who's on the list or the character's assigned number, get questions from your flist about what they'd like to know about them.
IE: "If 3 and 4 were trapped in a cave together with only a blanket and a toothpick, what would they do?" (The more random the better!)
4) Post the answers and who was who on the list. (I will reply to your comments.)

DO THIS. FOR THE SAKE OF MY SOOOUL.

1. Legolas, from Lord of the Rings, guessed by arioch8688!
2.
3. Angel from BtVS and Angel, guessed by arioch8688!
4. Rikku, from FFX, guessed by arioch8688!
5. Alanna of Trebond, guessed by fallenlorelei!
6. Yzma, from Emporer's New Groove, guessed by, surprise! arioch8688
7.
8.
9. Han Solo, guessed by arioch8688!
10.

GO!!

Andrew is pwning the shit out of this guys, come on...

ATTENTION WORLD:

My best friend will forever pwn all others.

That is all.


(To my Patrick: I love you more than words can express. He's perfect, and I will cherish him foreverrrrrr. <3
-Your Pete)