I just watched the episode of Degrassi when Marco is gay-bashed. I’ve seen it so many times before, but this is the first time I actually cried. I just cried. My eyes are watery and I am sniffling. It’s sad because it happens. It’s so true to life, and it’s so close to home. These things are happening everyday, not only by regular people on the streets, but from law enforcement. Special treatment is given to those who share the same belief that one thing is right. A “straight” man can walk up to a non-threatening gay man and punch him in the face (on camera) then hop into his car and drive away. Another gay man can walk up to the victim and try to help and be put away for “disturbing the peace” like it’s so much worst to call attention to a fucked up situation than it is to be apart of it, to cause it.

Hate is so wrong, but at the same time, it’s so hard to not hate people who do these things. My ancestors were scared to be black, scared to be women, and now people have to be scared to be gay. (Real pity for lesbian, black women… that’s three strikes you’re out, apparently)  Straight people have to be scared to be associated with gay people, because being around it makes you apart of it. They treat gays/lesbians and the people who support them like killers and the people who help hide the bodies. It’s not the same.

I support human life and love. Men can love women, women can love women, men can love men, and both can love both. I say NO to H8.

This Tuesday, myself, my mom, and LaShaunda took a trip down to Vegas. I drove and it took us approximately 4.5 hours and about one full-tank of gas. When we got there Tuesday evening I was too tired to go hard, so we did a little bit of gambling, some eating, and chilling in the room. LaShaunda and myself, anyway. My mom gambled almost every waking hour of every day.

The Compromising of Integrity for Money(?) tour with All Time Low, Mayday Parade, The Maine, and Every Avenue was Wednesday at the House of Blues, via Mandalay Bay. Much to our surprise the ticket stated the show time was 5:30, and for us. We went and got in what they called a line. We weren’t too far from the front when we got inside, though, we waited for a long time before the show even started.

Every Avenue was acceptable, not a fan, but I can tolerate and even lightly bob my head to them. Their songs were not jumpworthy, but they insisted on asking everyone to “get your feet off the ground.”

The Maine followed, and I was about to get real excited. All of a sudden these 6′5″ tall athlete types start pushing and shit. These big fucks had mosh pits going… during The Maine. The Maine! It was by far the worst concert experience I have ever had. I couldn’t see the stage most times, when I could my focus was not falling or being pulled into the pit. I was pulled in at one point, and about to light everybody ass up when LaShaunda saved the day and literally yanked me away. I had my fists up and my feet planted, and me eye on two large guys pushing themselves around the pit.

After they got off we left the floor, because we were just peeved and irritated. Mayday Parade, who I began to really like… sucked. Like, their live isn’t as awesome ass their studio recorded. I’d take the CD over them live anyday, though, I’d imagine the whole mosh fiasco greatly impaired my ability to enjoy anything that night. I’ll give them that pass. Boy, did that set seem long as shit.

When ATL finally came out I was tired and my feet were non-existent. They were amazing, so I felt a lot better about that. They had some crazy banter onstage, Alex and Jack. It was funny and entertaining, but I really needed and wanted them to finish the set. When they finally did Dear Maria…I was ecstatic. I put whatever energy I had left into jumping around for that, then as soon as the last chord was played, LaShaunda and I were making our way to the exit.

The next day we left for the movies, where we saw and totally enjoyed High School Musical 3. Gabriela irks me a lot of times, but Troy and Chad had them jams. After we saw the movie we went to Gameworks where we acted a fool. We did several rounds on Outrun, which is probably our favorite. We pretty much played every motion game there, including a virtual shooter that spins around as you move to find targets. I couldn’t shoot shit, but I was spinning like a madwoman. We eventually discovered Land pf The Dead 4, a first-person shooter that you sit inside and it moves around. We acted out in there, it was too much fun.

Afterwards we went to New York, New York to lose some money. I doubled a $20 on the penny slots and was done for the night, haha. I think LaShaunda won some too, but that wasn’t her first time gambling. I also drank my free Margarita, and left it, because it sucked. When the casino bored us we walked back to the hotel, stopping at every other hotel to sign up for rewards cards and utilize any free slot play we could. We lost our free $5 at Planet Hollywood, oh well.

We ate, went to bed. Friday we woke up, packed, got dressed and checked out. We put our stuff in the car and was on our way to Gameworks for another round. We had fun, decided to leave to cash in some other free slot play deals. The free $50 at Casino Royale was a major fail! Even though LaLa doubled hers and I got about $25 on mine, you could only cash out on a jackpot. Lame stuff.

Overall, the trip was fun. The concert was the catalyst for us to go, but it was like the least important event. People kept handing out cards for prostitutes, literally pictures of naked women with a phone number and a very low $35 price tag. I don’t do hoes. But I definitekly don’t to cheap hoes. Driving to and from was an experience. I maxed out at close to 120 MPH, but LaShaunda was on me about my speed. It wasn’t bad, though my joints are somehwat sore for holding that same position for so long.

Viva Las Vegas!

I am attempting to post via my new T-Mobile G1. At present time, I love this thing. Surprisingly enough, I get awesome service. At home I use wi-fi but at work I have decent data and signal strength. This is what I have been wanting and Helio was not working out.

I have had this for a few days now and I am still in love with it. The touch screen is awesome, the browser works flawlessly and the apps are pretty cool. The fact that Android is open source means I know I can expect some amazing applications in the future. (I hope a lot of developers keep them free, or really cheaply priced.) I also love that I can make my own ringtones right on the phone using music I already have stored… amazing! Just download the app and go.

The IM situation is the only real “issue” I have with the device, and it’s not such a big deal. It can be a lot better, but it could also be a lot worse. An easy fix is to use meebo.com, which works perfect on the G1 browser; and since you can open multiple windows, you can continue to browse the web.

I’m just looking forward to all that this phone has to offer, and I’m really just excited about the applications that will be available for it. Go Android!

Semi-stalking Gym Class Heroes was not very fun. Talking to Whit was interesting, he’s kind of emo, and it’s funny. I so do not ever want to be a “tech” for any band; It’s not ideal. I think he was less happy than I am to go to my wack ass office job every day. He gave us the most awesome Sashi guitar picks… cool. I think I lost mine, which is not cool. I think he’s cute, ad does LaShaunda… I’d have told him but she was eying me. I’m sure Travis and co were already well into their clubbing by the time we actually went to the venue, but Danny was a total douche bag. I am going to call it what it was… major fail!

At least it wasn’t like we paid for parking or wasted any time we wouldn’t have wasted otherwise.

I should have been sleep hours ago, but fuck it. I’m already up now. I got my lost posts/links back. I hate when I do dumb shit. I promose to back-up my files more often… for my sake. Anywho, work is going to be a bummer tomorrow. It’s impossible to get 40 hours when there’s not enough shit to do to fill out an 8-hour day. people always tell em I should make the work stretch, slow down, and that is so not me. If you want me to do work slow, let me go to sleep then wake up at 4 and dot aht 30 minutes job and leave.

I don’t knwo about a lot of stuff. I am confused and trying to not let my confusion and uncertainty make me negative. I feel weak and torn as it is on a regular basis, so I try not to let things get to me. More later, have to be up about 6 hours.