What up. It’s been a while. So long, I thought that the only people that paid attention to me was my grandmother and the spamming Viagra henchmen. But alas, that’s not what brings me here. I’m procrastinating my history of Latin America final essay.

On an equally dreary note, I’ve come to my destiny; lactose intolerance. It’s not that bad actually. On the brighter side, you’re only eggs away from being a vegan. (Mmm… fried whites with salt ‘n’ pepper…) This made me realize that vegan does not necessarily mean vegetarian and vegetarian, obviously, does not mean vegan. I don’t know why, but I’ve always thought of veganity (for lack of the proper term) as a super-subculture of the already subculture of vegetarianism. Another realization; an intro to poetry course does not necessarily mean you’ll be writing poetry.

A couple days ago, I applied to the local grocery store; A&J. (Popularly known as “A&Gay” to us hate-driven young adults.) Everything seemed swell until my- uhm- “boyfriend” (closer to my other half, BFF, can’t-get-enough-person sorta thing than anything else) pointed out that they are biased towards couples working together. Honestly, I would understand if one of us had a key and were promiscuously waiting til midnight to hang out. But, we’re not; I “wish” to be a courtesy clerk while Jon (BFF) just “wants” to be a checker. Woopdedo. More importantly, it’s illegal. So, for all those local cats out there (Columbia Gorge Area); do you really want to support an employer that discriminates? Especially against something we all strive to achieve as a culture? I think it’s very wrong. Also, El Rio apparently discriminates against everybody but hispanics and whites. Good thing the Civil Rights Act of the 1960s passed- as well as the 1967 movement that “allowed” inter-racial marriage (Jon’s native, I’m white.)

Another crappy thing; taking two Advanced Algebra course online during the summer…

My school has been pushing for “changing for the better” by using a variety of methods to get us to say what we want done to the school. We met in small groups that consisted of only fellow classmates- with an adult moderator- and made a list of what we wanted changed, and then voted on what we wanted done first/most. That was 2 months ago. Last week, my principal made a presentation to everybody in the school- but again only one class at a time- to discuss what we chose to change. However, instead of attending to each problem and suggesting a way to go about accomplishing it, he went down the list explaining why we couldn’t accomplish it and somewhat bitching about how other classes in the past have said the same thing over and over again.Then what the hell was the point of asking and why are you wasting tax money to do so?? 

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  After his presentation, I approached him at the front of the room and asked if we could pick up the trash at the tennis courts (that have recently been resurfaced.) He approximately said that I would have to figure that out myself and that he wasn’t going to pay for it. I didn’t ask of money. All I wanted was some measly attention given to the courts that he just spent thousands of dollars on. I sure as hell didn’t ask for new courts; I just asked that the school’s foam lunch trays, milk cartons, McDonalds cups (which still puzzles me because there isn’t a McDonalds for another 30 miles at the least,) cigarette cartons, and used condoms to be picked up so that the high school looks better to not only the local community but other schools that we play, therefore making the guy that runs the joint seem like he gives a shit.

If everything happens for a reason; is there a reason why I’m near-sighted? 

I am I only allowed to see things that are close to me clearly? Am I not supposed to view the world how it was meant to be seen? How can I be sure if this skewed version is the one I am meant to know best? Who am I to change how I was born and alter my view of the world around me with silly plastic pieces on my face? And how can the universe do that to me when I haven’t done much wrong?