I had an argument with my flatmate the other night (though it was only small).
We have a new flatmate who I think is Malaysian (only spoken too him once so far).
She said, "I don't want another chinese person in this flat." and then she called him a chinky.(he's not even Chinese... sigh)
Then I started saying what's the point in being like that because you don't even know him and you're not even giving him a chance and that's racist. I did go off on one I have to admit. She said that she was just racist because she got brought up in a small village where everyone's white, like that was supposed to be an excuse or something. I normally don't say anything when people say something racist but sometimes I just have to or I would loose all my self respect.
I have loads of morals and stuff and I really don't know where the line is sometimes, she said I was imposing my morals on her which I kind of was but I still felt it was the right thing to do.
At least I can look myself in the mirror and know that I'm not some fucking sheep and I can still respect myself though caring about things a lot can make life difficult I wouldn't have it any other way. I will continue to make my morals piss as many people off as possible. he he.

Oh by the way the charity shops went alright with my other friends. They would go in but didn't look around or anything but that's alright, at least they weren't funny about it or anything.

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