I'm not sure how many of you know this, but Fred Phelps is currently picketing outside of Memorial Stadium. His web site pretty much covers what he stands for, godhatesfags.com. Aside from being absolutely bunk religiously, Fred's a downright asshole, who abused his family, engaged the Kansas court system in countless frivolous lawsuits, and was repeatedly suspended and finally disbarred. Judges were too sick of hearing his bullshit to put up with him any longer, and so are others.
A bunch of people, both queer and not, are counterprotesting. There's way more of them then there are of Fred's people. And me? I'm working on my cs project.
I've been one pissed off kid recently. Just a general disdain for the world in which I live, I guess. I hate the fact that my exclusively online folks seem to be ignoring me. I hate how I would ignore me, too.
So I woke up early to do my music homework, which I literally cannot find. That makes me angry. I went to see Low last night, and did the KALX co-announce, which means that instead of really being there for the show, I'm there to sit at a table and talk about the station. So we get there a little after doors because of a bus fiasco, and the door person makes us wait in line for fifteen minutes instead of letting us cut through. He says it wouldn't be fair to just let us cut. I don't know what the fuck he's thinking. All we're going to do is get a table and put our banner up and fuckin' sit there. It's not as if the band were playing. It's as if we were the band, or the merch people, and we still had to wait in line. I even called the motherfucker and told him we were going to be a little late. What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Yeah, not a quality entry, but you have to bitch somewhere. Well, I guess I already did bitch last night, but whatever. The entire world is worthy of hatred.
It sucks to fail midterms. It sucks to clean kitchens at 4 in the morning. It sucks to be masturbating when your roommate walks in. But it's nice to have a journal in which you can write about it.
