What is home? If it’s where the heart is, well, I love lots of people. And they’re spread out all over the place.

I remember my old Psych. teacher saying that when you leave home, you generally get homesick after the first three days, then after the first three weeks, then after the first three months. I don’t know if I’ve felt homesick. Maybe it’s because I’ve gone home a few times, or because I know I can go home if I want to. I do miss my parents and friends a lot sometimes. Is that what homesickness is?

The other day there was a fire in my building. The alarms went off at around 3 am and everyone had to stay out in the cold for almost an hour. When I got up I was groggy and annoyed, but also kind of scared, and I didn’t think to take anything with me. I heard people saying they’d smelled smoke, and I started to worry. After waiting 45 minutes with no news, they herded us into some common rooms. I really started to worry. I thought we would stay there the rest of the night, and that the whole building would be gone or something. The only thing I really cared about in my room was my hard drive. Music and video files would be a pain to replace, but my pictures. Most of them are not backed up. Vacation photos, family photos, photos with friends, pretentious self-portraits, all would be lost if that hard drive was lost. Anyway, We were allowed back into our rooms a short while later. The fire was only in the basement. They think some dumbass threw a cigarette down the trash chute.

This made me think about how computers can sort of be home. I can e-mail my mom, stay connected to friends, listen to the same music I listened to back home, lol at the same websites I loled at back home. It’s sort of unhealthy how much I feel I need the computer/internet, but it connects me to home, whatever it is.

My heart goes out to everyone whose homes have been damaged in the CA fires. I know I’m very lucky that I’ve never been affected by a natural disaster like this. I can’t imagine how devastating that must be, and I’ll be praying for them as they rebuild.

(in which I try to act older than I am)

I do not understand how people can believe they are tolerant of others, and then try to deprive them of rights.

You say that gay people want more than your tolerance, we want your acceptance. But how can this be tolerance if you are trying to keep a group of people in a lower class? Because that’s what this is about: having the right to marry the person you love. What does tolerance mean to you? That you will not stone gay people for our “choices?” That you will not stop us from having relationships? That you will allow us to express love in the privacy of our homes? Forgive me if I’m not falling over myself to praise you for your benevolence. You can’t support bans on gay marriage and say that you live and let live.

Acceptance? Approval? We’re not asking for wedding gifts, and you’re not invited to the party if you’re just deigning to be civil to us.

As it’s always been, and always will be, you’re totally allowed to have the opinion that being gay is wrong and that gay marriage is not equal to straight marriage. Just don’t use those opinions to control the lives of others.

I don’t speak for all gay people of course, but…

-We’re not doing this to piss you off or be different.

-We don’t need your approval, we just want equal status

-For god’s sake, it’s not a freaking choice.

I’ve been in a kind of quirky/creative mood lately, which is loads better than stressed out/anxious, but I really need to force myself to study and get serious. Last night/afternoon I drew pictures. For seven hours. Sometimes I wonder if I should study art. I always feel self-conscious about taking pictures/drawing because I love other people’s work so much I can’t even compare…but when I get creative it’s sort of the only time I can really focus on something. I mean…seven hours. I feel proud of my drawings but I lament that time lost because I still have so much schoolwork I should be doing.

On Thursday at my school there was a rally protesting prop 8. I really wanted to go but I was busy the whole day finishing a group project. Like, crazy busy. I ate lunch at two and barely had time to go to the bathroom all day :P. Bad luck.

Anyway, because of that group project I got to talk more with some people in my class, and they’re pretty cool. One girl I even sort of have a crush on. Dammit. I feel silly because this is sort of the first crush I’ve acknowledged and I don’t know how to feel. Like, I don’t want to fuel the crush by thinking about her. I’m pretty sure she’s straight with a boyfriend so I don’t want to crush on her, but in any case I want to be better friends with her because she’s so nice and funny. She even sort of invited me to go to a gay bar with her and her friends (some of her hall mates are gay guys). She said she’d call me some time. I was so happy. But I’m freaking 17. For another 7 months. DAMMIT.

The passing of Prop 8 has incited so many emotions in LGBT people and supporters. For me there was disbelief, then I was pissed the fuck off, then depressed. But now I’m hopeful. People are being more vocal than ever about their support of LGBT people, and even though equality was rescinded last week, I think we can definitely get there again in a few years.

As much as I support the continued efforts of protesting prop 8, I worry that some may go too far. There is still so much anger over this, and as much as it may be righteous anger, it can be dangerous when combined with a huge group of people who agree with you. Please don’t take it too far by protesting inside churches and temples, or stopping people from entering them. This is a serious affront to churchgoers and it will not do anything to make them understand our cause. We need to take the high road.

I don’t want to write about rage, but I have certainly felt it this past week. I felt it most when the girl I am dating — who has never dated a girl before — collapsed in her car and cried after the Prop 8 rally. She wondered aloud if we wouldn’t make more progress by just crying rather than yelling and being angry. I’ve wondered this a lot myself. Is it in part our anger and our frustration that adds to their anger and judgment? -Tegan Quin

We can’t fight hate with hate. Don’t give them fuel to preach about how immoral we are. We need to show them how human we are, and how it’s all about love.

I went home last weekend and it was a bit jarring to suddenly see political signs up everywhere. Especially the pro-prop 8 signs. I guess Orange County really is conservative. I thought that it wouldn’t be because there are wealthier communities and wealthy tends to =more liberal, godless, elite, gotcha, media? IDK. I really dk.

Anyway, I was walking with my aunt and she noticed me burning a hole through my neighbor’s Yes on 8 sign. with my eyes. She started saying how she really hopes it passes, before she remembered that I had voiced my opposition to it before. I told her I really did not see anything wrong with gay marriage, and she said “Oh, just you wait. If they get this, they’re gonna want something else.” I was kind of speechless. It was like that saying “If gay and lesbian people get civil rights, everyone will want them.” Except she was completely serious. I asked her to clarify what exactly “they” will want next. She said she didn’t know. It hurt me how she seemed to be dehumanizing gay people, consciously relegating them(us) to a class that shouldn’t have the same rights. I asked her if she knew any gay people, and she said she had a guy friend who was, but he wasn’t a very close friend and he didn’t act gay. She said she liked him, but she seemed embarrassed to be admitting that she knew a gay guy. I told her that gay people are just like everybody else, and probably most of them don’t even “act gay”. Not that there’s even anything wrong with acting gay, but I didn’t think she’d understand that if she thinks being gay is a choice.

Later we saw a tv ad saying how Obama is against prop 8, and she said that she wouldn’t vote for him anymore. It surprised me, but I guess, what did I expect? She said that gay marriage is the most important issue for her.

I told my mom about what she said, and my mom said that she couldn’t vote anyway. This made me feel bad, because I had forgotten that she wasn’t a citizen, so it was maybe insensitive of me to assume she could vote.

So yeah…I’m really worried that prop 8 will pass. I think that because the no on 8 side got a lot of their funds a lot later than the pro-8 side, they were less able to reach out to voters, especially the people who sent in absentee ballots early. I think our side was too optimistic or maybe complacent; I know I was. Ahhhh, don’t let me down, California.

Kidding πŸ˜‰

I love Nellie McKay; I think she’s pretty brilliant and I love her voice.

I’ve kind of been putting off writing…but there’s lots I’ve wanted to write about. I’ve been really busy with school, though. I got dropped from my Psych class because I missed one of the discussions; I got the time mixed up with my other class and it was so, so stupid. The professor made me drop it or else I would be failed. It’s part of the college policy, and I think they usually don’t enforce it, but for this class there was a long wait list. Because of that, because of that one stupid mix-up, I had to add another class, Religious Studies, three weeks into instruction. The class is pretty interesting, and I like the professor a lot better; he’s really funny during lectures. But having to catch up really sucks.

Being so busy means I don’t really have time to worry about not making friends. I’m not really angsty about it anymore, and I’ve realized that even though I wish I had a group of friends like the other kids in the hall, I don’t necessarily want that group of friends. I think they’re kind of obnoxious/rude because sometimes they’re really loud at night. I used to think that I didn’t have high standards for friendship, or that I liked most everyone, but I think I’m just really big on respect. When people act disrespectfully around me I pretty much instantly dislike them.

I have a class with the guy across the hall from me, and I thought we could be friends. He’s kind of awkward and geeky, which isn’t so bad, I’m pretty awkward myself. But when we were talking the other day he called some guys faggots. That pissed me off. It could just be him trying to be cool, but just…aah. It’s not cool at all. So I don’t really want to talk to him anymore. I wish I had any other classes with people in my hall. I really like some of the people in my English class but they live in other buildings and I don’t know how to like…initiate hanging out and they probably have a group of friends anyway.

I’ve been getting to know my roommate more, and we get along really well. But it still feels like…it’s hard to feel closer to her because we don’t have interests in common. We haven’t really hung out other than eating dinner together.

The other day she asked if I had ever had any crushes. I’m so tempted but so scared to come out to her. I was laughing at myself in my head because my response was so awkward. I just said yeah and vaguely described “him” as a really smart and funny guy who used to be in my class. I don’t think my roommate would freak out if I tell her I’m gay, she has said that she used to have a gay guy friend. I’m just scared she’d be iffy because we live together and all.

On a positive note…I got an A- on my first essay. πŸ˜€ woo! (although another one’s due this tuesday 😦 )