Basic plot or anything you can remember:
Zacky is sick and Brian goes to the store to buy meds can't figure out what to buy and needs help from a woman working there. I think in the end they ended up in the hospital. Throughout the story Zacky kept saying he was dying.
No seriously. I am lost, even more than Julie Powell, while she at least has a job to feel powerless at. I am, to borrow a phrase, drowning, drowning in a sea of indifference, lack of motivation and have no clue what to do with my life. All this without the benefit of the talent of cooking. If I manage to scramble eggs correctly I am a success in my tiny world. In fact if I were to start cooking my way through a cook book my brother and his squad would have to be on call 24/7 so that there is someone here to put out the flames and drag my lifeless body out of the inferno I created. I can't even go to college like a normal person or work like a normal person. (i.e. actually showing up for both without homicidal tendencies fueling my overcaffinated body)
I have bounced from major to major, job to job, seeking what we all do. Somewhere to fit in, to enjoy what I do, anything that excites me so that i do not wake up every day like in freaking Groundhog Day, dreading my life.
The movie is great but it left me kind of bitter. Here i am once again jobless, looking forward to another fall semester of "trying to get this year right" and I feel like a zombie. I have no passion, no drive and its getting to the point where I think I might just stop swimming frantically and let myself sink to end my misery early. Of course even that takes effort so let's face it, I am not going to do it. I really don't think I am asking for much here. Just a passion for something, anything to remind me I am alive and not just going through the motions I feel are right.
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Whether you are homosexual or not, you should repost this in support of your friends and loved ones who are. Love is not defined by color, creed, or gender.
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 boy who never finished high school, because I got called a fag everyday
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 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 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 a warrior for my country serving proud, but can't be my true self because gays aren't allowed in the military.
I am the person who has to hide what this world needs most, love.
I am the daughter of Catholic parents who is afraid to tell them who I am because of fear that they won't love me anymore.
I am the person ashamed to tell my own friends I'm a lesbian, because they constantly make fun of them.
I am the boy tied to a fence, beaten to a bloody pulp and left to die because two straight men wanted to "teach me a lesson.
This is the boy, Matthew Shepard. On October 7, 1998 Aaron McKinney and Russell Henderson lead him to a remote area east of Laramie where they demonstrated unimaginable acts of hate. Matthew was tied to a split-rail fence where he was beaten and left to die in the cold of the night. Almost 18 hours later he was found by a cyclist who initially mistook him for a scarecrow. Matthew died on October 12 at 12:53 am at a hospital in Fort Collins, Colorado.
KILLED BECAUSE HE WAS GAY.
IF YOU BELIEVE THAT HOMOPHOBIA IS WRONG, REPOST THIS AS "HOMOPHOBIA".
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