I’ve been working my ass off. Between taking people’s shifts as they’re thrown at me and trying to get scheduled as much as possible, I’m at that place more than I’d really like to be. I honestly don’t mind being there, it just takes a toll after awhile because I get very little time to myself. Needless to say, days go by; it can be pretty uneventful. There are of course many exciting moments, whether they be the result of my being clumsy and too easily amused, good times with my co-workers, or really awesome, non-bitchy customers[1].

Supporters of the [Federal Marriage] amendment say Congress is the right place to set cultural standards, and that traditional marriages are the foundation of healthy societies. Those on this side of the debate draw a connection between nontraditional families, poverty and troubled children. — From the Newsvine article Senate Debate on Gay Marriage to Continue, Tue 6 June 2006 I hate to be a naysayer, but if that’s the case, then look at how far traditional marriages have gotten us.

The other day a woman came into the shop. She asked if she could photograph, and shared with us a brief anecdote about how ours was the first Ben & Jerry’s that she’s been to since she left home or something or another—I don’t know, I zoned out after the first few words. This was super exciting for me on so many levels, and I without hesitation told her to feel free.

Just a little burned out. Even with school ending I’m still incredibly busy with work. (That, my friends, is the result of asking for more hours.) But, I need the money, or so I tell myself—saving up for school, you know. I’m also in the process of looking for if not another, then a second job. The parking garage next to the library posted the availability of a position, which I will inquire about on Monday.

For no good reason (I’ll go into it at a later time) I’m giving a shot at veganism. Let me just begin by saying that there is nothing to eat in my house, at all! Yesterday morning I ran over to the corner store to buy wheat bread. I figured I’d atleast be able to make some of those peanut butter and honey sandwiches that I love so much. Before I left for work, I asked my mom if we could go to the grocery store soon so that I can hit the kitchen.

To the boy from the Galleria, who was rocking the largest bronzed eagle I’ve ever seen near a crotch, who is one of the few people to pull off camo, and who has the most amazing smile ever, I apologize. I apologize for making something out of nothing. I overanalyze things: the overwhelming fear of rejection made it impossible to form the words or express the least bit of interest. But you were a sweetheart, I could tell—there was no reason to be afraid.

I happened upon segments of Hood 2 Hood, the so-called “blockumentary” that for some time now I’ve wanted to see. Is it natural to be angry and stupified all while watching this? This is the biggest bunch of BS I’ve ever seen. Not only does it present inaccurate rubbish about what’s “real” in the city, it also perpetuates the negative portrayal of urban America typical of the mainstream media. It’s poorly produced, much like that candy rap heard on Top 40 radio networks.

According to Jenn and her mother who’s a nurse, I have the flu. It makes sense, because I have never experienced extreme chills or crippling bodyaches before when sick. Fucking great. In other news, how bigoted must one be to sue for the right to be intolerant? All I can say is Wow.

Just a seriously quick update from me. It seems as if school might as well be over. I rarely go to class, if I have any to go to, and more often than not I arrive late. Tomorrow is the last day of training for the peer mentoring program. To be honest, I’ve really enjoyed it—I’ve met a wonderful group of people and learned ridiculous amounts of stuff. It has been tiring (having to be up so early and staying still for so long, then having to work afterwards), but I think it’s worth it.

Bruce opened class (a good half hour late, I want to say) with some insight that I will share. He said, and I paraphrase, that sure, we may want to blow off our few remaining weeks, but everyday has something good to offer, something for you to take from it. Those are some of the wisest words I’ve heard in some time, and he’s totally right. I completely agree with him it’s just that my loathing for Metro causes me to lose sight of such things.

With Spring break coming to a close, I think now would be an appropriate moment for reflection. I had been looking forward to this past Monday forever, if not that then all Winter. What was so special about it? It was supposed to be the first day of Spring. I wasn’t expecting a magical scene with cheery people and fresh blooms—nah, not in the least bit. I was hoping for, if anything, sun and warm weather.

I was always hesitant to take even sleeping pills because I figured one day, someone’s gonna make some new ground-breaking discovery that they cause cancer or something. I was close.