"Zurr!!!": Yearbook, Porn, Germany, Reasons to Assassinate Somebody
There are many things that make Highschool, High-school. One of these things is Yearbook: The Almighty Book of High-School clique-ness. A tradition that is born out of this small book, is the signing of it. After spending thirty odd dollars on a little black book, you go around writing on it's black pages. Most of the notes are not pertiarly interesting, each saying something along the line of "Have a nice Summer", "Hope to see you again" and the classic: "Stay the same, your the best as you are." Personally, I don't see the point of spending thirty dollars to mark up a little black book. But, as has happened more often then not, someone took it upon themselves to buy me one.
I'd be an ungreatful lier if I confessed that I didn't want one. As I said before, they are useless little things... but I wanted one anyway. With the coming of these Yearbooks, my high-school deemed it nessary to have a huge "unvialing" party. We, as students, sat for one last time as a whole school and waited to get our greedy little fingers on one of those books. Once the small cerimony was over there was a rush towards the tables. Nothing pleases a freshman more then to run his fingers over the gold printed cover of the new year book.
And, so the signing comenced. I got signitures and notes from people who I know and a few people who I didn't know. It seems to be a game to figure who could get the most signings. There are many ways that the yearbook helped me talk to people who I wouldn't have talked to during the summer normally. I got giddy and had trouble drawing my singnature lightsaber on the yearbook pages of the boy I have liked for over five years. Not to mention the boy I had just gotten to know after chaseing him into the boys bathroom so many times that I had the teachers know where to find either me or him during any down-time.
I got to say good-bye to the exchange students that I will never see again and the joy of just being able to hang around school without haveing to worry about schoolwork I never did. That just about ends my junior year, a year where I had to fight the school schedule for my right to take what I want to, to find out that I have the weirdest taste in boy's and the dirtiest mind a girl could have.
I just found that my youngest brother likes to watch gay porn. Porn is not a forgien topic for me and nither is the sin of gay porn, however there is something slightly disterbing to knowing that it runs rampet in the mind of your younger brother. This somewhat strikes me with guilt. As a younger child I was not very nice to my youngest brother. I have said alot of degrading things right into his face and the second oldest in our family has not helped the situation. When either of us would get made at the youngest, we would say something along the lines of "grow up or get yourself a man too live your life with." This brought my little brother to tears more then once and I admire his ability to live. I know that I would have killed myself if I had gotten that kind of ridicule from my older sibblings.
I have never said sorry about my words, however I, in turn, have made it a point to protect him from anymore damage that I can prevent. I still want to boy to be strong and self-seficent, however I will not let anyone call my brother a gay bastard. This pact would not have been possible if I had not figured out my strange fasination with cup C breasts and curves. It is true that you have to live in a person's shoes to know what it feels like. I was thrust into my brother's shoes when I decerned that I am a bisexual.
Both male and female gay porn have been a big part of my internet life and I feel that I am somewhat responcible for introducing my younger brother to Yaoi. Just lately I got on right after him and found a video of two male DBZ characters fucking. It was pure luck that I got on after him and not someone who could have freaked out about the whole issue. Since then he has become a little slack about covering his cyber-tracks. Too many times I have typed an address and found that it was finished before I wanted it too with a gay porn site. I feel the need to speak to him, however it is harder then it may seem and that would mean confessing some parts of my life that I would rather not talk about.
I am taking a trip to Germany over the summer. Or, atleast I hope to. I had signed up for my passport Febuary 14 and have still not recived it. My trip is next tuesday and the Monday before is a holiday. This gives me till Saturday to get this passport, if I'm going to go on this trip at all.
The government is started to piss me off, hence the feeling of needing to Assassinate someone. However, it was said that my passport has been mailed to me from Huston, Tx on the 22nd. It should take 3 to 5 bisness days for this little book to get to me. However, as stated before, I have 3 days left to get the passport...I'm starting to get a little worried...
I'd be an ungreatful lier if I confessed that I didn't want one. As I said before, they are useless little things... but I wanted one anyway. With the coming of these Yearbooks, my high-school deemed it nessary to have a huge "unvialing" party. We, as students, sat for one last time as a whole school and waited to get our greedy little fingers on one of those books. Once the small cerimony was over there was a rush towards the tables. Nothing pleases a freshman more then to run his fingers over the gold printed cover of the new year book.
And, so the signing comenced. I got signitures and notes from people who I know and a few people who I didn't know. It seems to be a game to figure who could get the most signings. There are many ways that the yearbook helped me talk to people who I wouldn't have talked to during the summer normally. I got giddy and had trouble drawing my singnature lightsaber on the yearbook pages of the boy I have liked for over five years. Not to mention the boy I had just gotten to know after chaseing him into the boys bathroom so many times that I had the teachers know where to find either me or him during any down-time.
I got to say good-bye to the exchange students that I will never see again and the joy of just being able to hang around school without haveing to worry about schoolwork I never did. That just about ends my junior year, a year where I had to fight the school schedule for my right to take what I want to, to find out that I have the weirdest taste in boy's and the dirtiest mind a girl could have.
I just found that my youngest brother likes to watch gay porn. Porn is not a forgien topic for me and nither is the sin of gay porn, however there is something slightly disterbing to knowing that it runs rampet in the mind of your younger brother. This somewhat strikes me with guilt. As a younger child I was not very nice to my youngest brother. I have said alot of degrading things right into his face and the second oldest in our family has not helped the situation. When either of us would get made at the youngest, we would say something along the lines of "grow up or get yourself a man too live your life with." This brought my little brother to tears more then once and I admire his ability to live. I know that I would have killed myself if I had gotten that kind of ridicule from my older sibblings.
I have never said sorry about my words, however I, in turn, have made it a point to protect him from anymore damage that I can prevent. I still want to boy to be strong and self-seficent, however I will not let anyone call my brother a gay bastard. This pact would not have been possible if I had not figured out my strange fasination with cup C breasts and curves. It is true that you have to live in a person's shoes to know what it feels like. I was thrust into my brother's shoes when I decerned that I am a bisexual.
Both male and female gay porn have been a big part of my internet life and I feel that I am somewhat responcible for introducing my younger brother to Yaoi. Just lately I got on right after him and found a video of two male DBZ characters fucking. It was pure luck that I got on after him and not someone who could have freaked out about the whole issue. Since then he has become a little slack about covering his cyber-tracks. Too many times I have typed an address and found that it was finished before I wanted it too with a gay porn site. I feel the need to speak to him, however it is harder then it may seem and that would mean confessing some parts of my life that I would rather not talk about.
I am taking a trip to Germany over the summer. Or, atleast I hope to. I had signed up for my passport Febuary 14 and have still not recived it. My trip is next tuesday and the Monday before is a holiday. This gives me till Saturday to get this passport, if I'm going to go on this trip at all.
The government is started to piss me off, hence the feeling of needing to Assassinate someone. However, it was said that my passport has been mailed to me from Huston, Tx on the 22nd. It should take 3 to 5 bisness days for this little book to get to me. However, as stated before, I have 3 days left to get the passport...I'm starting to get a little worried...