I got up this morning, and decided take some time to listen to some music I've neglected for a few months.
And music starts on the Shrek 2 Soundtrack, I wasn't paying much attention until...

Butterfly Boucher feat. David Bowie - Changes

...came on. I'm usually not in the mood for up-beat songs in the morning, but I realised changes are happening in my life, and I feel I'm happier.

Work's busy, life's going fast, I haven't had much time for myself; but it's satisfying, it's fulfilling. I look forward to each brand new day.

Wow.... the optimism, I scare myself.

No really, I still think bad things might happen, like... I don't know, I get in a car accident or something, but if that's what life holds for me, I'll gladly accept it.

A little sad, maybe not a little, but it'll do for now.
Don't know when next time is going to be, really not too sure.
Just done packing. Done cleaning.

I'm in Croatia. Need I say more?

Went to this Geek Convention last weekend, people gather around playing cards and those weird dice thingies that I never understood.

Hmm.... I'm still waiting for the snow I've been waiting for. I can't think of anything else to say now. Hehehe... Merry Christmas to everyone, in case I forget when time comes.

Oh, I have to say this, though: Nift Lion is awesome.

For half an hour I kept thinking, 'I want to make a journal entry' and for as long as I was thinking that, I have forgotten where to go to do that.

It's been a while, I know. I can say that a lot changed; I can also say that nothing changed. I got a job that I mildly enjoy. It's not easy to put myself in a position where I'm just here for others to yell at.

I have so much to say, but nothing is coming out. Maybe.... maybe. There are too many maybe's in my life. As I quote, 'Throughout my life, hardships and different experiences have made me a very humbled, yet strong individual. It is because of these life lessons that I have become the person I am today.'

Maybe that's really me, maybe. Just maybe...

Gay is a three letter word just like 'you' and 'mee' when it is misspelled.

Homophobia and You:

I am the girl kicked out of her home because I confided in my mother that I am a lesbian.

I am the prostitute working the streets because nobody will hire a transsexual woman.

I am the sister who holds her gay brother tight through the painful, tear-filled nights.

We are the parents who buried our daughter long before her time.

I am the man who died alone in the hospital because they would not let my partner of twenty-seven years into the room.

I am the foster child who wakes up with nightmares of being taken away from the two fathers who are the only loving family I have ever had. I wish they could adopt me.

I am one of the lucky ones, I guess. I survived the attack that left me in a coma for three weeks, and in another year I will probably be able to walk again.

I am not one of the lucky ones. I killed myself just weeks before graduating high school. It was simply too much to bear.

We are the couple who had the realtor hang up on us when she found out we wanted to rent a one-bedroom for two men.

I am the person who never knows which bathroom I should use if I want to avoid getting the management called on me.

I am the mother who is not allowed to even visit the children I bore, nursed, and raised. The court says I am an unfit mother because I now live with another woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who found the support system grow suddenly cold and distant when they found out my abusive partner is also a woman.

I am the domestic-violence survivor who has no support system to turn to because I am male.

I am the father who has never hugged his son because I grew up afraid to show affection to other men.

I am the home-economics teacher who always wanted to teach gym until someone told me that only lesbians do that.

I am the woman who died when the EMTs stopped treating me as soon as they realized I was transsexual.

I am the person who feels guilty because I think I could be a much better person if I didn’t have to always deal with society hating me.

I am the man who stopped attending church, not because I don't believe, but because they closed their doors to my kind.

I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.

I am the person who is afraid of telling his loving Christian parents he loves another male.

Repost this if you realize homophobia is wrong.