Are You The Walrus?

Ok well I had a pretty good homosexuality litmus test today and I'm proud to report that HGTV makes me want to vomit.

I came home this afternoon and my mom was home and had HGTV on. Come on, honestly, how can someone watch 24 hrs. of that stuff. It was literally the same exact shows on, just different people. EVERY SINGLE SHOW WAS MAKING OVER SOMEONE'S HOUSE! After only an hour it was enough to drive me insane. I realized that if I am gay, I don't like interior decorating. Nor do I like fake shows with fake people about interior decorating.

Today was one of those bi-semesterly events that I dread. It was SA election day at MSU. Basically the whole plan for the day is to figure out a route across campus to my other classes in which I can totally avoid any contact with people handing out flyers or stickers. I have done this for 4 years now. "Did you vote today?" "Please vote for Becky Sue Loser, Class Secretary" "Will you wear this sticker for some guy who is in a fraternity and is able to spend the most money in his campaign so that he has a big sign that takes 4 people to carry?" (and my favortie) "Will you pet Joe Candidate's dog right here dressed up in a shirt that says to vote for him?"

My goodness.

I was afraid to go to the restroom at one point, b/c I had a mental picture of a guy with a candidate's name magic-markered on his weenie and would flash everyone in the room. Okay, I think I put a little too much thought into it.

The only truly interesting yet totally lame thing I've seen was 2 years ago, someone put signs on little RC cars and drove them around. Still sad. If you never get to go to college and have this experience, you are blessed. Still, it's kinda fun to plan your walking path in order to avoid people.

This afternoon my mom asked me to help her take the garbage down to the road so it can be picked up tomorrow. Well, I slipped on my sandals and walked out the door. As I was walking out, drops of rain started falling, then harder, then as I got halfway down the hill, it came a downpour. Totally and absolutely hard rain. I tried to run, but my sandals were slippery so I could only just kind of limply hop. After a little while the rain stopped. Totally. I thought to myself: "why couldn't she have asked me (literally) 2 minutes earlier? I would have been dry. Or even waited 30 minutes, I would still be dry." But no, it just had to be at that time that I would be outside. Sigh.

Oh come on, be honest. Be, be, be honest.