charlie's journal

So here I am. The begining of the end of my last year of college. I'm a Computer Science major with an English minor, and frankly I don't want to do a whole lot with the piece of paper I'll be getting. My school is a small liberal arts college, and I haven't gotten all the specific training that I would have liked. Mostly because I found out last year that I like to design things visually - webpages, print layouts, stuff like that. But I don't know how to do any of that very well - and I couldn't have here even if I'd had four years. I think I might just get a good strong blue collar job and take more specific night classes - call it continuing education.

I don't have a specific job in mind. And today I don't think I really want a career. The plan right now is go somewhere this summer - not home. Why not home? Because home has expectations, the whole town has expectations, and I am out to do something else than what they know me as. Go to a city and get a job, get some real life experience.

Funny, when I came to college I wanted a career-type job, and now that I'm almost done, I don't want it anymore.

I have no problem with homosexuals as people. They have rights to be treated like a person just like anyone else.

My problem with homosexuality is that every time I fail to do something masculine(like enjoy watching football or drink 3 gallons of beer), my sexual preference is called into question. Simply because I am not a stereotypical male, that somehow makes me a stereotypical homosexual. Anyone see the flaw in the logic here?

The situation that brought this on was this: I am friends with a girl who recently hinted very strongly that she "like me a lot". But I continued to ignore these hints because I had never thought about dating her, and the knowledge that she likes me didn't really change my opinion. And to top it off I don't like to spend time with her friends. She and I are friends, so we see each other's friends from time to time, and we have some friends incommon. But I don't like to spend time with the friends that are strictly hers - actually, I'd rather stare at a wall for five hours. So people who saw this obvious hint take cracks at my sexual preference - no matter what my reasons are. Anyway.

My choices are my choices. So I don't do what everyone else does. Big deal. That doesn't make me gay.