It's Wrong

Homosexuals, that is. Obviously they're evil and out to convert everyone to their wretched ways.

Obviously.

Now, before you go off and start hating, this is not my opinion. It's my fathers.

I can't blame him for having opinions that differ from mine. I don't see why people being homosexual is wrong in any way. Love is love, and we're lucky if we can find it, no matter who from. Dad thinks "It's wrong." with no reasons as to why. I said that, with all the over-population that the world has, homosexuals aren't having children (generally. Also, I think that people can be homosexual for any reason they like, but I was trying to appeal to his sense of reason). He says that they adopt other peoples children and teach them ways that are wrong. I think the only kind of 'wrong' parenting is done by parents who don't love their children properly. If a kid has two moms or two dads, that shouldn't be a problem, so long as the parents love and support their child properly. If kids are being adopted and loved, that's a good thing.

And who's to say that he wasn't the one who was raised right? Because I'm willing to believe that he wasn't exactly raised in an accepting environment.

If being with someone of your same sex makes you happy, then there is nothing wrong with it. As long as your happiness doesn't require hurting another person, then there should never be something wrong with it. I don't know why it has to be such a big deal. Can't we all just accept eachother?

Tonight I'll be singing with my choir at an event hosted by my School's GSA (Gay Straight Alliance). And I am proud to show my support for them. I'm glad that my school is open and accepting enough to have such a group. And I think that it would be a good idea for all schools to have one, or an equivalent. By ignoring or hating what is different among ourselves, we become weaker. Acceptance and love, people.

I'm saying this as a straight female. I have a good friend who's a lesbian. My sisters best friend is gay. There's absolutely no need to feel threatened by the sexuality of others. We're all just people, ya know?

Music quiz/meme thing

Tagged by Qui.

List 10 (music) Artists you love, in no particular order, without looking at the questions below.  
1.Howler
2. Florence and The Machine
3. Mumford and Sons
4. The Rankin Family
5. Coldplay
6. Enya
7. The Corrs
8. Reba
9. Styx
10. Pink Floyd



Now for the questions!!!!! 

1. What was the first song you've ever heard by 6? 
Hard to say for sure. The first one I remember was Orinocco Flow though.
 
2. What's your favourite song of 8? 
Somebody

3. What kind of impact has 1 left on your life?
She's kind of my best friend. Just sayin'. Well, Brit is. Nick is not a girl, nor my best friend.

4. What's your favourite lyric of 5's? 
"I'm gonna buy a gun and start a war, if you can tell me something worth fighting for..."

5. How many times have you seen 4 live? 
Zero. They're broken up now. The sisters were touring a while back though.

6. What's your favourite song of 7? 
Toss the Feathers.

7. Is there any song of 3 that makes you sad? 
Thistles and Weeds can bring me close if I'm already a bit emotional and singing along as loud as I can. Weird, yes, but shhh.
 
8. What's your favourite song by 9? 
Crystal Ball.
 
9. How did you first get into 2? 
I think she came on Ray's i-pod when it was on shuffle.
 
10. How did you first get into 3?
Same, actually...

11. What's your favourite song by 4? 
North Country. Makes me feel feelings. Reminds me of the North.
 
12. How many times have you seen 9 live? 
None times.

13. What is a good memory concerning 10? 
Comfortably Numb and reading books. Yeah.

14. Are there any songs of 8 that make you sad? 
If You See Him, If You See Her, and Every Other Weekend.

15. What is your favourite song of 1's? 
Jack o' Lantern, Brittle Bones and Fox Eyes

16. How did you become a fan of 10?  
My dear brother played them a lot, way back when.


I tag your face.

We Have Come Together

-Insert Canadian Improv Games oath here-

I have beautiful, talented friends. I've just gotten back from Kitchener, where I watched the Tri-city improv tournament finals. I laughed, I cried (I did, but only once. Oh Brit!), and I seriously enjoyed watching the friendliest, most awesome competition ever. Improv is an awesome sport.

My school has an amazing team. They're creative, their funny, they're talented (Not to mention extremely good looking c; ) and they have so much heart. The whole time I watched the competition, I thought, "How could they not win?" They put themselves on the line, every time. And it paid off.

They won, but I don't know if they expected to. They were sitting so tightly together, wrapped up in a nervous hug. And when the other teams were awarded their places, they would jump up and cheer, only to return once again to their huddle. The whole time they were sitting holding hands, too. They're a family, they really are. When they were called up for first place, they were so excited and crazy, and in awe. They're going to Nationals!

And then, when they had been presented their medals, the other improv teams descended upon them to congratulate them and hug it out. That's why it's a beautiful sport. Everyone legitimately loves each other, even if they'd only met recently.

I'm jealous of the improv kids. There's no way in the world I resent them for their love and passion for what they do. I just wish I had that feeling of being so involved in something so tight like that. I'm friends with all of them, but I will always be on the outside of what they have. And that's all right. But I've realized, that what I really want out of life is that. That feeling of belonging, of love, and acceptance and comradeship.

I don't know. I just want something that meaningful in my life.

I'm completely bringing down this post with my obnoxious feelings. Allow me to do so some more.

I think I may have strong feelings of love and or attraction to someone. I'm not sure however, because I sometimes find it hard to figure out what I've fabricated and what I actually feel. I'm emotionally convoluted. And I don't want to risk my friendship with the guy if I'm not sure what I feel.

Dear readers, what do you do when you're in love? How can you tell? I just don't know how.

Ancient Monks Of Awesome

I promised I would share an excerpt yesterday, but I decided to have a social life, so I didn't get around to it. My friends are doing SCIENCE now, so I figure I'm good to get this done. Also, because they were here, I didn't get my 750 words done yesterday. I'm not sure if I'm mad at myself or willing to give myself a day off every Friday for sociability. Probably the latter, because I do like having friends.

Anyway, He's the excerpt. It's just a random bit of dialogue from page 14. Exciting!

“I’m kidnapping you, obviously.” Dan told her, straight-faced. “Get in the car.”

                “I have to pick up Jake from school and Graeme from daycare.” Gen told him, shaking her head. “I can’t participate in your antics today.”

                “Gen, you wound me so,” Dan complained, placing a hand on his chest. “Do you really think I don’t know what your every Friday looks like? I cancelled my antics for an evening at the castle. I brought  a few old western movies.”

                Gen shook her head, laughing, as she got into the passenger seat. “Why are you so great?” She asked, buckling her seatbelt. “It’s disconcerting.”

                “Practice.” Dan grinned at her, then pulled into the flow of traffic headed towards the elementary school.

                “You must spend hours just being great.” Gen commented. “Because it is a mastery of being great that you have.”

                “I learned the craft from the secret monks of awesome.” Dan said. “It was an arduous journey to their temples of righteousness, but well worth it. My greatness expanded exponentially.”

                Gen snorted with laughter, feeling lighter than she had all day. “I would attempt the journey, but, alas, I’d not survive.”

Sir Jake the Faithful

My dog is a nut. He's fifteen years old, and starting to look it. And the poor bugger lives for nothing except for my mother. He follows her around, pines when she's not home, and generally loves her and only her (Unless someone else has food, of course).

This week, my mother and my sister, Monica, have gone to Ottowa to see Algonquin college, where Monica intends to go to get her pilots license. Of course, that means that Jake's reason for living isn't home. When I woke up this morning, I saw Jake, lying motionless in Mom's room.

I just about had a heart-attack, which is a great way to start the day off. Jake wasn't dead, thank god, which I probably should have known (He sleeps like the dead, that dog. Seriously, he doesn't move for hours when he sleeps), because there's no way that dog is gonna die when Mom's not safe at home, and even then, if he goes, who will follow her around all the time?

Of course, with her not here, he's peed everywhere, and will likely do so some more today, because no one is home.

In other news, Spring has officially sprung. Not only on the calender, but in actuality. I saw flowers today. Purple crocus' and those little white flowers I've always called Snow Drops, but I'm not sure if that's the correct name. I'll take some pictures tomorrow.

Also, I kind of want to do those stupid facebook fill in the blanks quizzes/memes for my characters. Is that lame?

Also, I just noticed, I have ten followers now! Woohoo! And, because I am going to involve you all, do you have any pets? Tell me about them!

750 Words

I am beginning to work seriously on My Soul To Keep (Seriously, I need a new title. This one is lame.), and because I love (hate) myself so much, I'm giving myself a deadline. I am going to have my first draft done by July 21th. Done, as in finished, with a beginning, a middle, and end, plot points, character development, the whole deal.

How will I get this done, you ask? I will, from now on, be writing 750 words a day. That seems like a reasonably figure, doesn't it? I wanted to kickstart my manuscript by writing 10,000 over the break, but, because I'm lame and rarely stick to my goals, I only wrote 2000 over the whole week. It's not like I was doing anything else, either. I was just being lazy.

But no more! And, in case you care and want me to stay on track, I will be posting an excerpt from the story every Friday. This may be a decent, comprehensible excerpt, or a smattering of lines I like. I won't have the full 5000 or so words to choose from this week, since today is the first day of the challenge, but whatever. Maybe it should be every Monday? Whatever. Friday seems like a better day for blogging.

I'm gonna do it.

Current word count 255/750
Not bad. It's only 10:22 am

Howl

I've been thinking about my story lately, and it's getting out of hand. But I will be writing it anyway, and figuring it all out later. I'm just sort of bumbling through it and procrastinating a lot. My goal for March Break was to write 10,000 words. I've written about 500. Whoohoo. And here I am, not working on it some more. I need to get my but in gear here. Lord.

Spring has sprung! The snow is almost gone, and I didn't have to wear a winter coat when I went out for lunch with Brittany today! YES! Suck it, Winter. I just want to sing and dance and be happy. So I did. I did some twirls and leaps on my way home from The Best Little Menu (If you live in Grimsby, check it out!). 

Speaking of singing, Howler is going to be recording an album this month! Brittany is pretty stoked about it, and for good reason. Howler is one of the top new bands in Niagara, and they deserve it. If ever you get a chance to go to one of their shows, do it up! It's worth it!

Brittany is one of my best friends. We started a blog together, which you can find a link to in the sidebar, and, though it has very little content right now, we're just  sort of throwing ideas around for a someday cafe. We'll probably have more collab stuff to follow, such as The Fox and The Crow (Which will be a collab art and writing book project thing) and, occasionally we sing together, which rocks. Brittany has a sweet voice, and we do a lot of harmony to songs. I might be doing some harmony stuff on the Howler album, so we'll see how it goes. If it doesn't happen, I'll be a little disappointed, because I just like being involved. It's fun.

Also, I love all of you that have taken the time to read anything I've written here. Seriously, even if you don't comment ever, I like to think you're out there, somewhere, reading what I have to say. I can try to be better at having opinions that matter to you all, but I basically just live my life and do what is to be done. You all rock.