A couple of weeks ago, someone told me it was a hundred days to graduation. I don't really feel like counting how many are left. Suffice to say I really want to be done with school.

This morning, the StarvedArtist and I left our crazy Spanish teacher to babbling and wearing wigs on her own, and we wandered the empty halls of our high school like post-apocolyptic warriors. We ran into our old history teacher. He commented on her pink tie, and the conversation turned to gay marriage.

Hoef: What's this gay marriage? How does it work?
StarvedArtist: Well, basically, two people love each other and want to get married, and dirty Repubs get all scared and want to stop it.
Hoef (who is himself a dirty Repub): Oh yeah? That sounds awful.
StarvedArtist: It is pretty awful. What's your take on gay marriage?
Hoef: What, me? Oh, pffft.
StarvedArtist: Yeah, what do you think?
Hoef: My political views are very moderate. You know that.

Like believing that two grown men/women should be able to make a simple decision like marrying each other is so RADICAL. He's the MODERATE who isn't going to go all CRAZY and allow people basic freedoms. Jag.

posted at 10:31 PM by Alison

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