Depressing Story

A few years ago, my aunt died of advanced cancer. She was kind of old (sorta) so she'd lived a lot, and I like to think her life was filled with lots of things.
I only have vague memories of her, since she left for Portland (that's in Oregon, kiddies) when I was still quite young. I remember in third grade, sending her a paper doll (for class, I swear) that she dressed up in fur, and wrote back to me about going whale watching. I wonder if I still have it somewhere...
As far as aunts go, she's the one with the most sentiment attached to her. I vaguely remember her house in the mountains (here in Hawaii) and just how dreamlike it was. I remember her smile and laugh, so unique and friendly. As long as I live, I"ll remember those things.
Tonight was the Relay for Life, an event bringing cancer awareness to the forefront. Tonight, some of my friends walk the endless walk to fight the disease. Tonight, I think about them, and all of us, who have felt loss and pain.
And although I do not pray, do not believe...
Tonight I pray. Tonight, I believe.

Protest

I've lived in Hawaii for the entirety of my life, and I never thought that I would be witness to such a vehement protest.
On my college campus today, a Born-Again Christian group protesting homosexuality (among other things) brought its radical (the elitist kind, not the hip, 90's slang type) message to an unwilling audience. My first thought at hearing their bellicose message was this: "This is the kind of stuff you only see on the Mainland!" (apologies to those who live on the continent, I mean no disrespect)
I simply found it to be incredible that a group with such a divisive message would spend time and money to come all the way to Hawaii simply to promulgate an unfavorable message to such a hostile audience.

For those wondering, I am completely for equality and support rights of those with lifestyles different from my own. But, I also support the right of everyone to say what they truly believe. While I am saddened by these individuals aggressive message (apparently, I'm going to hell with everyone else), I also support their right to voice their opinions.

Regardless, I am still debating whether or not to make a "[citation needed]" sign... (read more xkcd)

I ain't no dinosaur

Just finished a wonderful book a friend gave me. "The Last Lecture," by Randy Pauche. Pretty good, in my opinion, but to be honest, I have read books that were better written.
But in and of itself, perhaps this is something to be marveled at; the author (or lecturer in this case) was human, and this was possibly the best portrayal of humanity from someone who is just a man. Not a writer, not an orator of great renown, but a man.

As for the comic itself, well, I'll admit I do dress like a poor emo kid from time to time (I can't help that the majority of my wardrobe is dark colored), but I would hope that my demeanor would dissuade anyone from harping on me for my apparel.

One final note, my spelling isn't always completely atrocious. But that's mostly due to the fact that words that are wrong have helpful red squiggly lines under them.
Thank goodness for computers <3

Mondays

Hot damn I hate Mondays.

Quick recap of the weekend: went to a concert in which a beautiful girl sang. Really fun songs, everyone had some sweeeeet pipes, and I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Except for the part where I arrived slightly late (curse you public transportation!) and the part where I didn't eat dinner.
I imagined that I might be able to frolic carelessly with aforementioned cute girl; alas, the christmas lights had already been turned off, and we (in company with her friends) were left with naught to do but catch the bus back to the dormitories in giddy, college-like chattiness.
As we approached her domicile, I was able to snag but a moment with her, in which I should have pounced and asked the dread question that had held my mind for the better portion of the night.

I didn't.

Thus, bringing us to the present dilemma: I must ask her out soon, lest some other young rogue whisk away a girl who seems to be (to put it slightly ironically) a godsend (irony to be explained at a later date).
But do I have the daring? The cunning and raw cojones to enact what seems to be such a herculean task?

And yet, I must. To move onward with my own strength!

And I can soooooooo see this crashing down all around me.
Fuck.