I'm starting off this update with an emotional rant on our President and his desperate threats to condemn me and my life. Not only am I fuming about his call for a constitutional amendment against gay marriage, I am also SO deeply hurt and saddened. Never before in my life have I felt so ostracized and unwelcome in my own country, by my own president. I may not have voted for him, but he represents ME in this world.

I'm not sure people understand the ramifications of what a constitutional amendment against gay marriage would do. There are only 27 amendments, 27 since the birth of our country. And these 27 have come to represent what America is. Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religion, the Right to Privacy, the Abolition of Slavery, Women's Right to Vote, the Right Not To Be Denied on Account of Race...all constitutional amendments. The words FREEDOM and RIGHT scream equality and patriotism, but where does the NON-Right to Marry fit in to these amendments? Where does the NON-Freedom to Marry fit in?

President Bush is attempting to define marriage for me, for you, for OUR kids and our kids kids. Where is the freedom and rightness in that? President Bush claims he is acting in God's service. He claims he is speaking the voice of the people. Am I not part of this people? Does my voice not count because I'm gay? Should I drink from a different fountain than the straight people of this world? Do I count as only one-fifth of a straight person, a free person? Should I ride in the back of the bus?

President Bush, you are not hearing my voice. You are not hearing my humanity, MY FREEDOM.

My attitude towards school has become a bit jaded this semester. It's starting to bore me. The people on campus are all the same. Each week is the same. My only salvation is my Modern Lit. class. I really like the readings and looking beyond the words to some deeper meaning, however cliche it may be. My professor is a little nutty, but cool all the same. She makes me want to read the material. There aren't too many professors that can inspire such dedication in me.

My journalism class on the other hand is a horrible waste of my time. It's Newswriting which I thought would be really cool and fun, but no. There is no room for creativity, no room to breathe! And my professor, if she's to be called that, has no clue. She teaches the class with a lot of "don't do this," "you should do this," "never do this." Which in my mind is no way to learn. Tell me the rules and all I want to do is break them. I don't even do my homework for this class. In my entire life I've never just not done my homework, so you can understand how much I despise this class.

My desktop PC pooped out a few weeks ago and I've been rockin' it with my lappytappy. Which is a nice machine; powerful and fast. But I have placed an order for a new desktop via Dell. I can't wait for it to arrive! For those of you who know me you know I'm a huge nerd when it comes to computers. And my love for my own computers is undying. Meaning I'm extremely overprotective and cautious. It is set to arrive around the beginning of April, so stay tuned for more dorky schpeels about my beloved computer.

Over spring break a couple of weeks ago I ventured into the world of non-computer art. I'd had these ideas circulating in my brain for a few weeks beforehand and I wanted to expel them. Now, I'm not claiming to be the reincarnation of Picasso. I'm just having fun. Art is a great way to express myself when words just won't provide me any justice. Click on over to the GALLERY section to check out my latest masterpieces (self-proclaimed, of course).

This story requires TWO icons because of the insanity I just experienced. If you've read my Let's Dance essay then you know what kind of driver I am, although a bit milder than I described. I hate hate HATE when people use the right turn lane as their own personal passing lane. I see this burgundy Expedition zooming up in that lane through my rearview mirror. Judging by how fast he was going I naturally assume he's looking to pass me, and I was right, so I sped up and creeped over to the right a little to deny his space.

Well he didn't like that. He starts riding my ass, flashing his lights, yadi yadi ya. Of course I cannot permit this behavior without retaliation. I flip him off, waving my finger so he'll see it. He flips me off in return of course, what male ego can stand being flipped off by a woman? He's riding my ass hard man. I tap the brake lights, letting him to know to back off. We're dancing at this point. I'm doing about 35 in a 45 cause he's pissing me off. Then I get bored so I just drive home.

I put my blinker on as all good drivers must do. And who puts theirs on right behind me? Yep, Burgundy Expedition MotherFucker. I'm thinking, ok, maybe he lives in my sub, let's find out. Now there's no way in hell I'm going to pull into my house and let this lunatic know where I live, so I just keep on driving. I make a sharp turn down a street to try to shake him, he's right behind me making this big arcing curve in his monstrosity of a car. Now I know he's for real. He's still flashing his lights. I speed up, zip around a roundabout, jam up the street to a main street. I pull onto the road, tires squealing, heart pounding. I see his lights bound onto the road behind me.

I'm getting a little scared. I decide to chill it out. Not speed, drive normal, use my blinker, make him follow me. Where to go, where to go? Ah ha, I got it! He's still following me. He's not riding my ass, not flashing his lights. I'll test him one more time. I turn down the street to the high school which doesn't have much traffic. He's right there behind me, making the same turns. But ha! He has no idea where I'm taking him. I pull up to a major four lane road, Telegraph, patiently waiting to surprise him with my intelligence. I pull out cautiously, he's right behind me, I make a slow, calculated right turn in front of a big sign that says "POLICE & FIRE."

I had myself a little chuckle as he drove past the turn, and thus ended our road rage tango.

*To calm your fears I was not driving erratically or dangerous. I was never not in control. And this does not happen often, ever for that matter.

A new show debuted Friday night on Fox called Wonderfalls. It's being likened to Joan of Aracadia, but it's way way WAY better to me. There is a show on Showtime called Dead Like Me which, in my mind, is hugely unrecognized but absolutely hilarious. The writing is fantastic. The creator of Dead Like Me is also the creator of Wonderfalls, so the writing is similarily great.

The show is about a 24 year old ivy league college graduate working at a Niagara Falls giftshop and living in a trailer park. She starts to see inanimate objects talking to her and telling her to do things that eventually help people. My description doesn't really do the show justice. You need to see it to grasp the full concept. The show isn't about religion or mental health, it's just about this alienated girl trying to get through her life. It's really funny and insightful. Just watch for yourself Fridays at 9 eastern on Fox.

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