Marc

I was up til 5am last night. No reason. Nothing to do, just like the rest of the night. Just sitting at the computer, downloading songs for a mix CD, staring at the wall, tapping on the desk, quietly singing along. I worked on it for close to three hours, and I'm still not quite sure of the order. Is that normal? I hardly ever do this kind of thing, so its hard for me to tell, really.

I put those iron-on patches under holes in my blue jeans a few nights ago, and I'm hoping like mousepads that they work. I hope it wasn't a bad thing that I washed them an hour or two later. The one patch underneath the left knee of my oldest jeans is stiff as hell. You can tell its there when I walk because it kind of sticks out after every step. Funny. Ha. Funny, funny.

I've got the class about gay issues here again in about fifty minutes. Frankly, we're beating it into the ground, and the more we talk about it, the more vocal the "opposition forces" (ie - the Christians) are becoming. One of them tried to say that just because they hate the idea doesn't mean that they necessarily hate the people. What's the difference here? I don't quite get it. "Yeah, Fred, you know I hate homosexuality, right? So, I think you're going to Hell, you know? Which kind of sucks, but shit, you're just such a great guy I can't help but hang out with you and like you!" One plus three does not equal seventeen.