STR8 Against H8

Today, looking through my subscriber videos on youtube, I had a new Kelley video from liamkylesullivan. There hasn't been a new one of those in a while, so I got very excited and watched it right away. It was a campaign preventing homosexual hate. The campaign is called FCKH8. People can buy t-shirts, hoodies, tank tops, and other paraphernalia with various phrases against hate/violence and the profits go to foundations like the Trevor Project. I'll most deffinatly be buying a STR8 AGAINST H8 t-shirt.

This is a huge problem. 10% of the world's population is gay. My best friends are gay. If anyone hurts them, I'll hurt the haters. My challenge to you is to help stop it. The offensive slang terms are worse than swears in my opinion. Next time you hear someone say just how gay that is or how much of a faggot someone else is, tell them how uncool it is to turn someone's sexual orientation into a vulgarity. Remind them that the true meaning of the word gay is happy. It's about damn time that the world knows that this isn't okay.

The Holiday Grouchies

I remembered today why I hate holidays. Not only are parents not home, but my sister flew off with her boyfriend. Also, every other human being that you know is busy with their own family. Today is that stupid holiday that everyone loves, Christmas. Not only am I compleatly alone, I'm Jewish. This holiday holds no real amusmant for me. Today, I have watched 3 movies, drawn in my 642 Things to Draw book, used oil and chalk pastels, listened to a ton of music, watched several television shows, and talked briefly with my best friends. I am bored and lonely. Thus, holidays = SUCK. Oh yeah, and as soon as we thought that was it, nope. Add a day full of menstral cramps and sucky hormones. Now every emotion I feel is increased by about 2,100. Thanks uterus. So much. So I hope you all had a merry fracking Christmas!

Something Happened...

Something happened this weekend. Let's start by saying I was at a two-day theater festival hosted by my school, where over 300 other drama kids partied with us. The first day I spent entirely with the same group of people working on a showcase preformance. While offstage, I got to talking with one boy. We talked about alot of things; our families, religion, acting, ect. Well, there was a dance that night and he had asked if I would dance with him. I told him I would and he kissed the back of my hand. It was sweet. He kept telling me how special I was, how pretty I was, how good my song was. He made me smile. I ate dinner with him too. But durring the showcase preformance, as we danced, his hand kind of found it's way to my ass. I then took some time away from him, had time to think, and remembered that he lives over an hour away. I did ask a friend to give him my number though, and I'm now waiting anxiously for him to call or text. Anything.