Sometimes you affect someone’s life in ways you’ll never know. It’s amazing when you realize the little things you’ve done and the difference it made to someone.

Every single day at work I feel like I take 2 steps forward and 5 steps back. I’m so tired of feeling beaten down by my job.

I really want to gain the motivation to post here. Facebook has taken over my life as far as making posts and stuff goes. Ironic that I want that stuff to be extra private but I have this and it’s more public with stuff that’s much deeper than ever has went onto Facebook…

I’m working on a plan to get more content here.

This is probably a work in progress or will be followed up on. I’m publishing today on 9/20/11 with it feeling like a rant but I will work on content to structure better soon.

Before you read my opinion, please read the article that spawned this little posting over on Gawker: 14-Year-Old Who Made ‘It Gets Better’ Video Commits Suicide Amidst Bullying. Now, go ahead and wipe the tear from the corner of your eye. Oh, no tear? Heartless. Proceeding…

Rudy and I went to dinner with our next door neighbor the other night and had a rather interesting discussion around the bullying and stuff that goes on in school. She was telling me about a student that she has who is constantly picked on and was kinda describing his behavior and mannerisms to me. The more I listened to her describe what he is going through, the more I was reminded of what I went though when I was in school; I thought to myself how much it sounded like he was going through exactly what I had went through when I was a student.

My neighbor really wants to do something to help him but I kind of had to tell her that there is nothing she can do. Self Discovery is something that kids have to do on their own. The problem is, when you are discovering who you are and it doesn’t match up with how everyone else is, you have to pay the price for being different. On top of that, the support is just not there in the school administrations. I can recall when I was in High School, I had this major blow up one time and I was told by my Assistant Principal that it was my own fault that I was picked on because I was different and that I would just have to deal with it.

Of course, knowing what I know now, I probably would have smashed that cunt’s head into a desk or something. I should have been able to go to my school administrator and have something done rather than basically being told “tough shit, fag.” When you are trying to figure yourself out and everything is pushing you one way but you feel like you need to be going another way, it’s no wonder why people are killing themselves. We live in a modern world and it’s time that we bring the support system in educational environments up to speed.

I would love to see a world that lacks the hate caused by religious beliefs. It would be better for everyone because we could just be who we are without worrying about zealots speaking all their hate.

I guess I just don’t understand why we can’t just agree to continue to tax the wealthy when they basically keep asking for taxes. I mean, you’ve got Mark Cuban who says that paying taxes is patriotic and then you’ve got Warren Buffett who says that taxes should be immediately be raised on people earning more than $1MM a year. When the wealthy seem to want to pay, let’s make it happen.

It’s about time that the Middle Class stops getting fucked. I can assure you that if we tax the wealthy the world won’t stop turning. I’m tired of seeing companies think of their bottom line today rather than the long term. As you know, I work in banking and it irritates me when Bank of America uses massive lay offs to increase their profit. How do you sustain a business model when you can’t keep employees to run it?

Americans: In a Post 9/11 America, don’t forget the words of Benjamin Franklin: “They who can give up essential liberty to obtain a little temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.“

Have a relaxing day — We all deserve it.

I’ve made it another year in the world. Rudy stayed over with me this weekend so that was very nice. We had a relaxing Friday evening in so that we could get ready for our crazy Saturday night out. We went to South Beach like we planned and had a great time; we danced until 4am. Before we went out and on the way, I decided that I was going to go ahead and get pretty blasted before we even got there so I consumed about half a glass of Firefly Sweet Tea Vodka at the house then had a 200 mL bottle of Jager and a 20 oz can of that Jeremiah Weed Roadhouse Tea.. then I chased it all with a Dr. Pepper.

I was sure I was going to be fine all night, after all, I had consulted the doctor. I could not have been more wrong. I was fine at the club and stuff because I kept moving and I kept hydrated. After we finished up there, we were all starving so we decided to head over to the delicious House of Pies for breakfast around 4:30am. I ordered and was kind of feeling good but then it started to go down hill fast. I couldn’t eat and ended up just sitting there the whole time. I felt like crap but I was thinking I would be ok. However, when we got up to leave things started to change for me pretty quick. As we walked up to the front it became very clear to me that I was about to get real nasty real fast. I went out and provided their bushes with the contents of my stomach.

Then we came home and slept way into Sunday. My boss tried to call me to go to breakfast at like 8:30a on Sunday but I didn’t hear it because I was more than passed out in the bed. We had a relaxing Sunday then led into a nice little impromptu family get together that night that kind of turned into my unofficial birthday party. It was nice. We told a lot of “remember when” stories; some that we thought everyone knew but turned out they had kind of been a bit secret all those years. Then we played that Dance Central and some other Kinect games on my brother’s new xbox which was cool to watch. Then it was time to go home and crash so we could try and get our sleep back on track so we didn’t sleep all day Monday and mess up Tuesday for work.

Today was just relaxing. Rudy and I ran some errands and took him to the doctor; he’s got tonsilitis again. I had dinner tonight with my Mom & Dad & Step-Mom & Rudy & Grandma. It was pretty nice getting all of us together. Then it’s just been some laundry and cleaning up of the house. Now I’m winding down and waiting for my little A/C to cool down the Houston summer day out of my apartment. When we went out to the store today, the thermometor in the car said it was 108 F outside; it’s no wonder why it’s taking so long to cool down in here.

Tomorrow I start the day out with a manager meeting and then basically a half day of work. It should be a nice week.

Doesn’t look like our friend Don is coming to visit after all. Sadly, he’s taking the rain to Corpus Christi instead. However, the weather patterns have been similar to those of 2008. If that’s true, then we should start to worry when it’s Irene’s turn. Hope you’ve got your flood insurance; wouldn’t want to find out what happens without it. We did have some rain off and on today and that was nice.. provided us a little bit of a cool down which my apartment appreciated it. When it’s like 100 outside it’s like 78 inside here. I’m not a big fan of that at all… I want it to be good and cold all the time.

I don’t really have much to say otherwise about today. It was rather slow at work. It has actually been rather slow all week long. I don’t mind slow once in a while but it needs to pick up again so I can quit being bored. Everything is going great with work and what not which makes life at home easier. I’m not coming home as late from work as I used to and I’m not stressed about my job at all. Rudy is much happier that I’m not stressed out at all and I don’t have to come home and bitch to him about my day.

I know i’ve said it before but this time I mean it: I’m going to start blogging again. Life is interesting enough that I can find something to write a note about each day.

That’s right… It happened to me. I’m not sure what happened but my main partition on my laptop became corrupted and Disk Utility was not able to repair. I looked all over the Internet for for advice on what to do but couldn’t find anything that would work for me. It pretty much killed me when I had to click the button to delete the partition so I could make it again. Despite all that i have taught my family over the years, I did not have a backup for my own computer. I’m currently in the process of rebuilding my iTunes library. That’s not a problem though — I’ve been using the Google Music Beta so I have all the songs “in the cloud” so to speak; there just isn’t a mechanism to download from the cloud back to the computer, yet.

The worst part was my iPhoto library — all the pictures I’ve had forever are now all gone. All I’ve got are the low resolution versions that I had had uploaded to Facebook. Which is why my beautiful bear picture looks a little pixelated in the header up there. It’s not high quality but the picture is still great so I decided to use it anyway. I think I’m going to get one of those Time Capsules that way I can just have wireless backups I don’t ever have to worry about.

So, boys and girls, what did we learn? That’s right, always make backups.