And on the third day…

A Facebook friend of mine posted this gem today (read the comments!) and it showed up in my newsfeed. Some choice quotes:

‘You see, I write on homosexuality all the time. I read the homosexual websites, I follow the activists and all the latest news on the issue.’

‘I marvel that “LGBT” folks can still think of themselves as a “minority.”’

‘At the end of the parade, two men walked solemnly carrying placards, seeking, I believe, to shed a light of truth into the day’s darkness. One of the placards carried the words of St. Paul from 1 Corinthians 6: 9-10: “Neither fornicators, nor idolators, nor adulterers, nor homosexuals, nor sodomites, nor thieves, nor covetous, nor drunkards, nor revilers, nor extortioners will inherit the kingdom of God.”‘

This hurts. So I’m going to channel my hurt into laughter because that’s how we survive, isn’t it?


What I love: September edition

1. Birthdays. My mom, dad and brother all have September birthdays and that means three occasions for cake.

2. The weather. Crisp air, bright leaves, frosted grass, clear deep skies.

3. Bonfires with cozy blankets.

4. Starting classes. Okay really I mean being back on campus with beautiful people, good coffee and all my friends. And it’s a fresh start academically.

5. Fall fashion. Flannel plaid shirts, boots that make me taller, colourful tights and the return of hats.


6. No more work

7. SUPERCRAWL! K and I will be going, so watch out Hammertown.

You should see my blisters

Summary of my physical activity yesterday:

10 am – biked to school (20 minutes)

11 am – ran academic advising session (1 hour, counted here because it gets my heart racing)

12 pm – powerwalked around campus looking for my cousin so I could help her set up her Wifi (half an hour)

2 pm – helped with Aboriginal Resource Centre’s kickstick event involving ridiculously high kicks (1 hour)

3 pm biked home.

4 pm – went for a short, easy run in the woods, got lost and ended up completing a 1.5 hour endurance trek

7 pm – biked back to school

8 pm – participated in a Zumba class as a fundraiser for my club (1 hour)

9 pm – biked home

This feels so good after being deskbound all summer. 


Yesterday I helped with move-in for the new students. Today I feel like I was run over by a truck. I have bruises over my hipbones from bracing countless cardboard boxes, my arms are pretty much paralyzed and my legs are creaky. But it was worth it because it was SO MUCH FUN and then I got froyo at Menchie’s with  my friend K.

My favorite part of O-Week is not the pep rally, screaming my school’s cheers or the free food. It’s when I see a loner, a shy kid, a misfit standing at the edge of the crowd and I make a connection with them. I’m no good at talking to the cool kids but losers are my people. And I know they’re grateful to see that someone equally weird has been able to succeed/survive in university.

Why do I do this to myself?

In March this year I did a foolish thing: I signed up to speak to new students during Orientation Week. 

Now I realize that I have to talk to 70 students. For an hour. Tomorrow.

Strong possibility that I’ll just drop dead from fear.

I hate public speaking, but I know I have to change that. I have these visions of myself-of-the-future saying,”I used to be unable to speak in public” – and no one would believe me because by then I’ll be such a fabulous orator. It will be a better day.

But the step in the middle sucks.