Wave that rainbow flag!

I feel like I'm slacking at life right now. I don't do anything. I mean, I go to work and I go to class, but other than that I don't know what I do with my life. Thank the Lord I'm getting out of here this weekend, otherwise I would want to run away screaming like I was on fire. UGH.

By the way. I feel like 'UGH' is an excellent form of expression. I don't know why, it just is.

So instead of doing yet another lame post about absolutely nothing, I'm just going to contiune with this 30 Days of Truth thing that I should have had done, like, last October. I'm so lazy...

Views of Gay Marriage:

I say, let the people do what they want! Who the hell am I or anyone else for that matter to tell someone that they can or cannot get married?! I think that it's wrong that men and women of the gay persuasion aren't allowed to have the same marital status as the heteros of this world.

This is what I think about being gay:

No one would choose to be gay. Trust me. I've asked my friends that are gay. Why would anyone choose to have that hard of a life?? It would be like stabbing yourself in the hand every day of your life. That's just plain dumb. Life is honestly easier as a straight person. You aren't judged (as much) when you're straight. When you're gay you get weird looks and judgmental thoughts...people suck.

So, being gay is NOT a choice. Understand it. Love it. Own it.

Also. I believe in God and the whole he's perfect idea. I'm Catholic. Go with it. If God really is perfect, he wouldn't make people gay. That's why I think it's so wrong that religions condemn people for being gay. God made them. Are you saying God is wrong?! *GASP!* You terrible, terrible person...

I think that God wants people to be happy too. He wouldn't want them to be miserable for the way he made them and the fact that people judge and make them feel terrible for the way they are makes them that much worse. (I have no idea if that just made sense...I've reread it and I can't contemplate anything, so I'm sorry if I just killed my argument.)

Gay marriage=good. Support it.

I'm a book worm!!

Reading and I are besties. I mean, I love books. They make my life. Like, for real.

Since I was a little tot one could find me snuggled up with some kind of book. Especially Berinstien Bears and the Boxcar children. LOVE!

But those didn't really have the impact on me as some other books that I've read. I know this post said A BOOK, but how can I choose JUST ONE?! It's just not fair...so I vote for many. Too bad if you don't like it. I'm a rebel.

1) The Harry Potter Series

For those of you that know me, I know you're shocked. Me? Like Harry Potter?? NO. WAY.

Seriously though, I love it. It renewed my love of reading when I hit those teenage years of, "Why should I read?!" Dear young self, reading is awesome. Don't be an idiot. Love, your twenty year old self. They are young adult novels for sure, but they are full of adventure and humor and hot boys...lol! Plus that small dash of romance at the right age. Ahhh...J.K. Rowling, how I love thee...

2) The Zahir by Paulo Cohello

This is just.... I don't know how to describe it. It was just the right book at the right time. I think it's one of those that has to be read at a certain point in your life, otherwise it just won't have the same impact.

I had just gone through that massive shit-tastic breakup and it just made a lot of sense to me. The narrator of the story was suddenly and without warning left by his wife and it's his journey of self-discovery and understanding. It just helped me get through all the crap I was going through. It gave me a little ray of hope and told me that I too would get through how I was feeling and that I would find love again one day. *fingers crossed*

3) Give a Boy a Gun

This is a book I read when I think I was about twelve. It's about two boys who had been bullied so much they took to shooting many of their classmates at school out of pure anger. It was just a small little story, but it had a huge impact on me. No matter what, I'll always remember this story. How they boys felt. What they went through. How they terrorized, for just a few hours, those who had terrorized them for years...Thinking about it makes me want to a)read it again and b)gives me goosebumps. I love books that do that.

4) A Long Way Gone: Memoirs of a Boy-Soldier

Ok, I'm a nerd. I love autobiographies. This one reads like a fiction story though. Why you may ask? Because no one can possibly go through all the monumental crap that this kid did and come out on the other side as normal as he did. He's amazing and he inspired me to pursue my dream of helping those less fortunate turn out just like he did.

No one deserves to be forced into the military. In our country, people protest when they don't like what is happening. They protest when the government tries to force them to do something they don't like and they don't have to fear that they will be killed or tortured if they do that. That is not the case for this young boy from Sierra Leone. He is kidnapped and put into the army and begins to kill so he won't be killed. He is brainwashed and drugged. Somehow, he got out. He was rescued.

All I have to say is: Read this book if you know what's good for you.

Another weekend in Switzerland....

I know I shouldn't be complaining about that because this place is epically beautiful and I do really enjoy it here, but I just want to get out! I want to start seeing other places and experiencing, well, not Geneva.

So what am I doing to remedy this? I'm going to see my friend Meghan in Lille, France! I'm super pumped! I'm going to schedule my Eurail tomorrow and get my tush out of here this weekend!

Anywho...I spent my weekend here again. But honestly, it was one of the better ones.

I know I told you that I was going to Lausanne on Saturday, and I did, but it was short lived. And by short lived I mean that I spent two and a half hours there in the coldest wind, walking up some gianormous hills in a really crabby mood. Crabby mood was a result of waking up late because I thought my train left at 7:30 and not 7:10...what happens at 7:10 a.m.?!?!Wait, I'll tell you...NOTHING.

So instead of staying there, Milo, Taylor, and I left early and went home. When we got back, we, and the others who were still there, made the most delicious breakfast of my life. It consisted of blueberry pancakes, french toast, scrambled eggs, bacon, and homemade hash browns. *drool*

Then came an epic nap since I only got about two hours of sleep the night before. Then, we went to the bar. Again. But that's ok because I got to go out with my new friend Olivia. She's a barmaid at Spring Bros. and she's super cute. Kind of love her. Like a lot. We're going to hang out again. Woot!

Now, I told my friend I would give him a shout out....Hello, Elliot Fox!!! You rock my socks!!!! :D

It's he just adorable?!?!! :D

Well that's weird...

I've been wanting to write this post for a bit of time now. It's the things I find a bit odd about living in a major city and not in little old, Stow.

1) Where the hell is the grass?!

Seriously, there is nothing green around here. And yes, I know it's the dead of winter, I'm not a complete idiot, but there aren't trees or grass or anything. There are a couple of parks but they are small and not nearby. I miss those kinds of things.

Some of my favorite relaxing happens on a blanket or a lo

unge chair on the grass. I like to sit outside and read for school, but I don't think I'll be doing that...that STINKS!

And the trees are funny. Most look like Whomping Willows from Harry Potter, and no, I'm not kidding.

Yes, that's Taylor, lurking once again in the corner of one of my photos.

2) Nothing here tastes the same.

I know that in Europe, they use less preservatives and stuff, but wouldn't that make the things i make taste better? I mean, don't get me wrong, some of it is SUPER delicious, but some of their stuff just doesn't taste the same. Like today I made my taco dip because we're watching movies later and we girls like to gorge ourselves on food and then complain about how fat me are. It just doesn't taste as good. I think it's the mayo and the sour cream. And the taco seasoning is really strong. i don't know...UGH!

Side note: Made some fancy macaroni and cheese last night and it was flipping delicious! Nothing like homemade mac n' cheese made with FRESH cheeses...

3) Sounds are weird too...

I cannot tell you how much I miss the familiarity of the sounds of Ohio. I know that's weird, but it's true.

For example, sirens. Our sirens are that normal "wooo-wooo" sound. Here they are really annoying. I can't describe it for some reason...but you know what I'm talking about. They're in movies when there are cop chases in Europe. I feel like I'm in a movie every time I hear them.

Also, there are no train sounds. I love hearing the train whistles at home. They are soothing because I've always heard them. I don't have that here even though I live down the street from the train station. They are queit trains, which is also weird.

Then there is the annoying bottle rattling at about 2 a.m. every day. I don't know what's going on, but it sound like someone is taking out their recycling or someone is going through it to get bottles for money. I want to thrown something at them every day but since I'm only ever half conscious and cozy in my bed, that has yet to happen. I'm lying in wait Mr. Bottle Man....I'm lying in wait.

Plus it's just loud ALL THE TIME. I can't live in the city when I get older. It's been decided. I like my little suburban life.

The good thing is that the chocolate is delicious! NOM. :D

I know this probably sounded whiney, but it wasn't meant to. Just describing the out of elementness that I'm experiencing.

Good Morning, Geneva!!

It's so foggy! But I could make out some more of the mountains today. :D