Life Update
Wow, I haven’t updated this thing in a long time! Let’s see…
1. This past weekend, for my family’s traditional trip to Apple Blossom Mall in Winchester, I decided to meet up with a friend to have more fun. See, we’ve been taking this “trip” a couple times a year for many years, and it’s always bored the living fuck out of me. We drive an hour up I-81, go to a mall that’s only slightly larger than our own, with almost identical stores since they’re both owned by Simon, wander around while my mom and grandma get distracted by sale signs, then eat dinner at Ponderosa in Woodstock on the way home, a restaurant that I used to like, but now I can see why the one in Harrisonburg went out of business when Golden Corral renovated: It sucks. The buffet sucks, the food quality in general sucks, and the building itself sucks.
Anyway, I met up with ![[info]](http://stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small}
foxchild, who was going to bring his sister and another friend, but neither of them could make it. He and I wandered the full length of the mall, twice in fact, stopped in a couple stores, but the leather store I wanted to visit had unfortunately closed. We grabbed some pizza for lunch, and then he had to hit the road. It was great seeing him, a tiny dose of furryness to last me to the next con/meet, whenever the hell that’ll be. I met back up with la familia, and they were thankfully about ready to go. Overall, it was a great trip, but only because I got to see FC 
2. There’s a gay-straight alliance at Harrisonburg High School, halleluja! I wish there’d been one when I was there! My 10th grade English teacher, Mrs. Antonnicola, is the faculty advisor. Unfortunately, the local fundies got ahold of it and spun the hell out of the story in the local newspaper. There was a school board meeting about it that I meant to go to, but forgot about, and I’m still trying to figure out what they decided. I watched a rebroadcast of it on the public access station by accident, and I think they amended the student org policy to say that all high school and middle school students must get parental permission forms signed before they can participate in extracurricular clubs. What do I say about this? FUCK YOU, FUNDIES! Let’s think about this for a minute: The point of a GSA is to give support to students who are questioning their sexuality and/or need a safe, non-judgemental place to discuss their feelings. Now, I know a lot of straight people read this, but I know everyone who was ever a teenager can relate to this. I want all of you to think back to when you were in high school, particularly 10th and 11th grade. Who would you feel more comfortable talking to about relationship issues (not necessarily sex, but dating relationships in general), your parents, or a group of peers you knew would be accepting? Also, if you didn’t want to tell your parents something personal, would you want to have them sign a form letting them know that you want to attend a school club to discuss that issue? Gay people: Would you have gone to a GSA in high school if your parents had to sign a permission form for it? Or, for everyone else, how about an anime club, young republicans/democrats, democratic-socialists, and so on, would you have participated in those clubs if your parents had to know about it and give permission to do it? And how many of your parents would have refused to sign a permission form for attending a GSA? The whole thing really pisses me off, and makes me want to go put Dean Welty’s* head on a plate and say “This is what all you fucktards deserve!”
3. Work has really sucked ass lately, I’ve been severely late a couple times (half-hour or more), and my bosses are not happy. Boss #1, the tight-ass who runs the shop, is actually being a lot nicer, and that makes the day much nicer. Boss #2, the normally easy-going guy who funds everything, is apparently getting really irritated. He didn’t even talk to me last time he was there. Oh, didn’t help that on the first day I was really-super-incredibly late (half-hour), I forgot to lock the door when I left (I actually did lock it the first time I left, thought I forgot and went back, and remembered I also forgot my rings. I got my rings, and apparently forgot about the door). I don’t know what’s going on, yesterday I was late again by a few minutes, even though I set the alarm earlier by over an hour.
4. My mom broke her hindpaw at work yesterday. She tripped over a rug or something, and landed sideways on her ankle (not sure how that broke her foot without damaging her ankle, but whatever). The ER doc wrapped it with an Ace bandage and told her to immediately contact an orthopedic specialist because she’d probably need surgery. He also specifically told her not to walk on it, but guess what? She’s been walking on it non-stop! She needed a hand getting up stairs last night because she forgot to take some painkiller, but other than that, she won’t let anyone help her out much. She couldn’t walk on the crutches they gave her for some reason, the nurse said she was too unstable or something, so they gave her an old-lady-style walker. Well, that damn thing has barely been unfolded, and I’ve been carrying it more than she’s been using it. I really worry about her screwing up her foot worse, but there isn’t a whole lot I can do. The orthopedic doctor can’t call her back until Monday, so we’ll have to just deal with her stubborness until then. She also says she’s going to refuse surgery if that’s what he says will fix it, she’s set on it just being casted so she doesn’t have to take any days off work [sigh].
5. If you’re interested in going to Megaplex, and can drive yourself as far as Harrisonburg, VA, I might have seats available in the Rover. We have enough maybes to cover for now, but I want to get a final count as rapidly as possible so I can make the hotel reservation. We’re leaving the morning of March 10th (prefer everyone to be here at my house the night of the 9th, but as long as you’re here before we leave and aren’t a backup driver, I don’t care), and returning on either the 15th or the 16th. Total cost of the trip is estimated at $250-300, which includes your food, hotel, con registration, gas, and stuff money. We’ll need $50 per person for gas, which could be partially refunded if we have extra. If you’d like to be on our list, drop me an email. We have seven total seats available, and only three people confirmed. If you want to come and can confirm your seat in the next week or so (preferably with money or at least a solid promise), PLEASE email me! We need confirmed seats, since a bunch of unconfirmed-but-interested people have already dropped out.
I think that about covers it, hopefully I’ll remember to update this more often. It seems like when I’m in the mood to write an entry, nothing note-worthy happens, and when stuff happens, I don’t feel like writing about it. Oh well.
* = Dean Welty is the head of the Valley Family Forum, a local fundamentalist lobbying organization that has a stranglehold on the local government
November 25th, 2004 at 17:32:48
The Valley Family Forum… aren’t they the ones that tried to shut down an adult book store?
November 25th, 2004 at 17:48:48
My school boasts over 2,500 students and 100+ clubs/organizations…
…and no damn GSA.
I would love to have one of those, I really would.
November 25th, 2004 at 17:49:35
They tried to shut down EVERY adult book store in Harrisonburg, and ban the sale of publications they deemed “obscene”, including Rolling Stone, Guitar World, Cosmo, The Advocate, and basically any magazine that doesn’t line up with their strict morals. It came pretty close to passing, too
November 25th, 2004 at 18:54:20
There’s nothing stopping you.
Legally, anyway.
November 25th, 2004 at 19:07:08
1. Thank you again for showing him a good time.
2. I could’ve use one of those back when I was still in school. Though I’d have been too shy to go anywhere near it.
3. *hugs* Hope things calm down for you soon.
4. *hugs* I’m sorry Felix. I hope everything turns out okay.
5. By the time I’d be able to confirm my ability to go it’ll probably be too late. If not, I’d love to go with you guys. =)
November 25th, 2004 at 19:07:34
I need to make my furry icon the default. >.<
November 25th, 2004 at 23:35:34
Very much so…I wonder if things like this existed fifteen or twenty years ago, if the country we live in would be so un-accepting. Bad on the Fundies for defeating the point of it all-to help people come to terms with just being themselves…
November 26th, 2004 at 0:13:59
i know that no school in my local area has any sort or related GSA. Most schools around here dont even have clubs >< . I feel kinda bad seeing as i was the first graduating class of the new Bucks County Technical "High School" (instead of vocation school... which you could fail and still gradutate from high school...) I was actually rather close to alot of the power students and teachers in the school and am sure that i could have helped alot... but i wasnt in a position to understand anything as such at the point in time. I may have attended something, (without a parental form signature requirement of course) but i wouldnt be able to ever get something like that started. Sadly even the local community college i now attend... there GSA - (of sorts...) barely exists... more so in spirit then physical form...
If there was more that i know i could do, i would but i am currently no position to do so. So my suggestion is to any student that feel that they want to help out others after them, go for it! and Good luck! >n.n< Sorry about the long reply... just had alot to say ><
November 26th, 2004 at 1:00:59
Like I’ve said before, I would have been there if my brother had actually woken me up again. I’m not a morning person, especially when I’ve stayed up late at night and people want me to wake up in a time frame that is early, an quarter to 9 is way to fucking early for me ^^ I often need a bit of persuasion, or the threat of severe pain to get me up that early. Anyway, I should be getting off, since i have to be up “way to fucking early” tomorrow so I can see the dear old dad. Haha, I’m hoping I can get him to but me a new cd player, seeing as how I accidentally (seriously, it was an accident) destroyed my other one. I’ll talk to you soon!!
November 26th, 2004 at 3:30:34
1) It was great to see you again ^^ so yeah, thanks
2) heh, 9th and 10th grade… thats when I was first questioning… and… um… *blushes* experimented a small amount for the very first time ^^;; . Talking about it with my mother? yeah, that wasn’t an option I saw… Hell, it’s still not something easy to do, nor do I really want to talk about my sexuality with her o_O
3) Punctuality… huh, can’t say anything on that, myself. Haven’t gotten that down yet either.
4) Well… could have been worse, and your family got some money out of it. right?
5) I just learned today that my grandmother, as my christmas gift, will be paying for part of the megaplex trip for me! *bounces*
November 26th, 2004 at 3:31:52
Hey, I don’t know if “accidentally” includes using your CD player as an object to sit on top of a hot lamp to block the light =P.
November 26th, 2004 at 17:26:11
hehe, but forgetting about it is? i dunno.
November 28th, 2004 at 8:12:52
My night job boss hurt his foot and the docs signed him off work for 2 weeks, but he came back in the next day and kept working and ended up turning the foot poisonous. When he went back to the hospital the doctors went nuclear at him, but still he came back the next day. He hates the company we work for nearly as much as I do, but he’s just afraid of being laid off. And this company *would* do it - they are plain evil. The owners are drenched in cash and live in Monty Burns type mansions and yet slash the budgets impossibly thin and threaten further cuts if you complain about it.
Heh … my yearly salary is about $19,000 on the bottom rung of the ladder - I used to be higher up the command chain but demoted myself ’cause of budget stress and overwork - and my boss only makes $6,000 per year more than me. Fear of losing income makes folk put themselves through ridiculous amounts of pain.
December 6th, 2004 at 4:16:02
lupinia *chuckles*
December 6th, 2004 at 4:16:47
what the..
what the hell are you doing here?
damn that whole degrees of separation thing.
December 6th, 2004 at 4:24:27
[giggles] I got your journal from the support board, was intrigued by the cute wolfy pups in your user icons, saw that you had “furry” in your interests, and added you
Hope you don’t mind!
December 6th, 2004 at 6:08:49
Ah I don’t care.
Where on the board?
December 6th, 2004 at 6:38:39
Ahah, OK I see you.
December 8th, 2004 at 21:22:53
Heya, I added you to my fwiends list! If you wanna add me back, dat is cool! *bearhugs*
December 13th, 2004 at 9:14:52
Hmm… parent signature required… I wouldn’t be supprised if A) Random papers with parents’ signatures start disappearing, and B) Art students who actually have light tables get visitors more often. (In other words, a massive increase in forgeries. Light tables are great for that sort of thing. Failing that, carbon paper and a good job of tracing. (both the signature and the carbon imprint, of course.)
December 14th, 2004 at 18:58:37
Heya there Felix, I noticed that you had friended me, so I added you back and just wanted to say hi.
December 14th, 2004 at 19:15:57
Hi!
Yeah, you look cool, so I friended you. Hope you don’t mind
Drop me an IM or something sometime
December 14th, 2004 at 19:25:58
I don’t mind.
I haven’t been on IM for quite a while, so maybe I should get around to doing that.
December 19th, 2004 at 16:50:57
Hey, you left me a message on my livejournal FOREVER ago. It was probably this summer some time. Anyways I can’t remember if I ever wrote back. You said something to the effect of that I looked familiar but you didn’t know from where. I see that you went to HHS. So did I. When did you graduate?
December 19th, 2004 at 19:20:26
Hey! I did go to HHS, class of 2003. I’m pretty sure that’s where I know you from, don’t know why I didn’t figure it out before.
Drop me an email/IM if you want to know my legal name (what I went by in high school, I go by Felix Lockhart now
), I generally don’t share it for privacy reasons.