Im a maniac...

Yeah I'm a maniac. I've got about an hour before class...and what am I doing? I'm blogging and talking with a friend on facebook. Funny how these things happen. I could swear that today has gone way to quickley. My class starts in just under and hour...and I'm not feeling like going to class at all.

So I was thinking about how many blogs I've written since I started this blog about 11 months ago. Only 11 months later, and I've posted a little over 100 blogs. I was looking back at my earliest blogs just now, and realized just how much I've changed. Between the time I first started this blog, and now, I've decided on a major (pharmacy tech), am almost done with school for at least a little while, am more ready than ever to move out of my parents house, and SO much more comfortable with myself. I have to say that since January of this year, I've come out to almost everyone I know as gay, and have become much more comfortable with myself.

This past summer I worked for the loons in Food Service. What an experience! The first few games I worked serving up sausages, and would go home smelling of them. Later in the season, I was moved over to the hand dipped ice cream, where I scouped the ice cream. By the end of the season, my right arm was much strong than the left arm because of all the scouping of hard ice cream I had done!

Weird how much changes in just a few months. I've got to get going so I can get to the F wing for class at six. I might post anouther blog on Tuesday, but I know if I will yet or not. Maybe I'll continue to look back on what I've been up to since I started this blog up and before.

A friend's not a cheap little phony creep
Or a jerk trying to make a deal
A friend is a person who, most of all,
Cares about what you feel;
And nothing is harder
Than learning a friend isn't real

A friend sends notes back and forth all day
And doesn't care that you can't spell
A friend knows you've got a crush on your teacher,
But a friend would never tell
A friend's outside waiting
The minute you both hear the bell

And if your heart is always breaking
Cause the world is just not fair
When you're at your worst
Your friend's the first one there
Giving you something to lean on
And that's what it means to be a friend

A friend won't smoke when she's in your room
Or laugh at the poems you write
A friend won't go start kissing your brother
The minute that you're out of sight
A friend is the person
You call sixteen times every night

And if your heart is always breaking
And you want to run and hide
When your hope is gone
Your friend is on your side

If someone moves in around the corner
And you want to show him you care
So you give him all your last month of vacation
And all of the time you can spare
But then, on the first day of classes
He acts like you're not even there,
Then he doesn't know
He doesn't know!
He'll never know what it means
To be a friend
From the broadway musical 13


I love these lyrics!

California's prop 8

I was watching the election results on Tuesday night/Wensday morning, and saw what happened with California's prop 8. I thought about it , and decided I wanted to find out what other people think about the whole gay marriage thing. Basically I want as many people to e-mail me their thoughts about what happened to California's prop 8, and gay marriage to me at MNNVmidland@yahoo.com

I'll then combine everyone's thought into a blog on here for everyone to see what everyone else throughout the world. If I get enough responses from throughout the US and the world, I'll be able to come up with a graphic showing how many people are for or against gay marriage in different areas.

So e-mail me at MNNVmidland@yahoo.com with your thoughts!

100th post

It's my 100th post here...this post probobly will be short considering I have to head of to class shortly (even though I really dont want to go!).

It's been kind of a long day between getting to school, studying for class, voting in the election, and trying to catch up on e-mails and other internet related things. I have been way to busy latley. I can't wait for thanksgiving when things will calm down, even if its only for three or four days.

Last night I had a bell choir rehersal. It was one of many rehersals between September and December. The weird thing about last night was that I finally realized just how close I've gotten to the other people that I play with. After the rehersal was done our director, Diane, had myself and a couple of other people stay after the rehersal. That was when I realized something...Diane said something about how when i moved during the rehersals from E and F four to Bflat and C 6 and 7, she expected me to ring the Bflat and C like I ring the fours (ring them so hard the Bflat and C would make our eardrums burst), but was amazed that I didn't. I hadn't really thought about how big of a change that is until Diane mentioned it. Becky (one of the other people I play with in the bell choir) also said something to me that kind of amazed me. She said something to the extent of that I wasn't just one of the youngest in the choir and hadnt been playing as long as some other people had, but also am at the same level as someone else in the choir. I can't wait for the thanksgiving eve service at my church--we're doing a mass bell choir with two or three bell choirs from the area which will sound amazing!