Terror Level: plaid
Monday, August 2nd, 2004Oh, no! Terrorist threats are really high! Quick, everyone vote Republican and we might be safe!
Okay, I know that the threat of terrorism is a serious subject, but I spent the entire weekend rolling my eyes at news reports on how big a target is Las Vegas and how we should prepare for an attack.
I refuse to alter my way of life every time there might be an attack. That’s the goal of terrorism, after all, to scare me into reacting differently than I normally would.
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I was hanging out at a bar with one of my friends (we’ll call him “Mitch”) this weekend and this cute guy came over to talk to him. I guess they had a date a few weeks back but it didn’t work out. Things were going well as they watched a movie with Mitch’s roommate, but the date took a turn for the worse. Mitch and the cute guy decided to head down to the hot tub at the apartment complex where Mitch lives. While he went into the bathroom to change into swim trunks, the cute guy totally disrobed in front of Mitch’s female roommate. Then, at the hot tub, he yanked off his shorts again, causing Mitch to panic about the possible children who often visit the tub at night.
Now, I don’t personally have a problem with casual nudity, but use some common sense. If I were trying to impress a date, I wouldn’t scandalize his straight, female roommate. Sure, there’s an allure to public sex, but you have to respect the boundaries of the people you are with. Of course, Mitch told the guy to keep it covered until they were in the privacy of a bedroom, but it was their one and only date (Mitch says that the sex was pretty boring after all).
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I don’t think living with the parents once I’m in Salt Lake is going to last for very long. I found out that my parents are planning to put me into the small room until they buy a new house. I won’t even be able to fit my queen-size bed or most of my belongings. It looks like a bunch of stuff will be going into storage until either I get a place of my own, or until the folks are able to buy the new house.
Oh well, I guess I’ll deal with whatever I have to. I know one of the big reasons for moving up there is that my parents need another adult around the house to look after Jordan, but they seem to be forgetting that I am an adult… with adult needs for privacy and space. I’m going to try and keep my cool and not get upset about them forgetting this from time to time, but I imagine there will be conflict sooner or later. (Probably the first time I come home smelling like a bar).
