Oooh, *biiiiiig* shiny space for me to fill up...O.O

Ok, this is a cut-and-paste  from my other blog in xanga, simply because I don't want to do another rant right now.  I fucking hate my parents, and am waaaay to emotionally drained to spaz right now...

Ok, I have to post this somewhere before
I bloody KILL someone... Fuck it, I HATE CLOSE-MINDED PEOPLE!!!



True Story. A religion teacher assigned her class an essay on what
makes a good Christian. One student wrote about praying nightly, say no
to abortion, banning gay marriage, and donating money. The other
student wrote about talking to God and allowing people to enjoy their
lives, and supporting gay marriage. The day the teacher was to hand the
papers back, she called up the second student and told him she would
pray for him when he went to hell. The student asked why would he be
going to hell, and why he got an F on his paper. The teacher told him
that Catholisim is against gay marriage. The student looked at her for
a minute, then said aloud, "I'm gay." The teacher kicked him out of
class as if he had said fuck or worshiped Satan. A girl in the back of
class who had a boyfriend and was obviously straight got up and left
too.If you would leave the classroom, repost this. It doesn't
matter if you're straight, bi, or gay. It doesn't matter if you're
catholic or not. Everyone is a human being and deserves happiness.



So. My only question is, WTF??  First of all, and this is
just going off the story and on technicalities, more will CERTAINLY
come,  nowhere in a teacher's rights does the privilage to remove
a student from the classroom, short of violence, disruptive behavior,
or profanity lie.  Also, expressing one's research on views in a
class paper is no grounds for a failing grade, even if one's teacher
disagrees with them.  Plus, you don't go around telling people
they're gonna go ta Hell.  It just doesn't work that way...

    Now, the more obvious point that pisses me
off.  All people are just that: PEOPLE.  And there are no
"set-in-stone laws" that people have to live by; some mold that all
must fit into, or become an outcast, shunned by basically everybody
else.  One acceptable idea for gender, religion, race, sexuality,
age, and if any of these "ideals" are not met, a person is
automatically labeled and their "problem" is then treated as some kind
of taboo or something.  If a woman is talking with her friends
about her new boyfriend, great, they're all fine with it and probably
having fun asking lots of questions.  I'm more than fine with
that.  Now, change a small detail:  A woman is talking with
her friends.  One is talking about how fantastic her date wiht her
wonderful boyfriend was last night.   Then, another asks if our
key woman if she's met any nice guys lately. To their knowlege, she's
an average, everyday woman who just has bad luck with guys, since she
never seems to be going out.  She tells them no, but I do have a
girlfriend and we've been dating for a few months.  Some friends
may be fine with it, and I say more power to them, but from my
experiences, the majority (and please note that I say the
majority.  Nowhere in this am I trying to categorize or
generalize)  will walk away and may or may not remain friends with
this woman.  I ask:  What is the difference??  If a
person is in love, nothing else should matter;  not race,
religion, gender, ANYTHING!  Since when has the general population
been given the control of peoples' hearts??  It's just that if
someone's in love, a mob screaming at them and telling them to go to
Hell isn't gonna do anything, surprisingly enough!  So in short,
yeah, I would not only leave the room, I'd set a match on the way
out.  I can't promise I wouldn't have lotion on my hands.

Weeeeeeell.  Blog's been up for four days and this is the first post! That really should say something, and to those of you that know me, it does.  So anyways, Hi!  Not much going on... Leaving for swim practice (WHEEE!!!) in a couple minutes.  Am so INSANELY happy swim season is started again!  Of course parents still aren't sure if I sould, but screw them, I don't really care. If they say I can't swim, I'll just run away and move in with Midget.  Oh, by the way An, I might be moving in with you.  Just thought I should give a heads up! Heh, no, it shouldn't get that bad, but all the same... Ooh!  Cool thing:  Midget's cabin this weekend!!! *dusts off firecrackers*  Who, me?  Bring explosives?  Never!  And of course I don't feel dressed in the morning if there isn't a book of matches in my pocket, really!  *snerck*  Again for those who don't know me, fire is the most insanely shibby substance known to Teia. 
    Anything else...?  Nope, that's it for now.  will probably post again later, because my residence is The Pit of Endless Boredom (Guarenteed to turn you into a mindless zombie in five minutes or less.   No refunds will be accepted.)  so since I'll have nothing else to do, I'll stalk mindsay ofr a bit.  Oik, ride just got here. Ciao!