I have a lot on my mind tonight.  At the same time, I don't know what to write ( Read more... )

 So, it's LGBT week here.  Here I am rocking my "Gay? Fine by me." shirt!


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I love how all the people who have read my journal entries and even my poem on Facebook basically know that I'm decidedly bi now, yet no one says anything about it.  Lynn and I have a few conversations about how I feel about Key, but she doesn't give me any feedback.  Jenny and I talk about it every so often--basically, when we talk, which isn't ( Read more... )

 So, here I am.  Key tells me that I need to stop letting other people get to me, so I'm trying to do that.

That having been said, today was still a lousy day.  I got two tests back today.  I got a 48 on my History test--very lousy, I know.  And I got a C on my Spanish test--not as bad, but still not great.  To top it all off, things aren't going ( Read more... )

 I've kept too many secrets from too many people.  There's no excuse for my actions except that I was foolishly worried about the reaction of others.  I care too much about what others think, and it's time for that to stop.  Here's a little insight into senior year of high school through my eyes, an excerpt from my memoir, perhaps...   Anyway, try ( Read more... )

 I hate Asians.  Okay, now, before you go off on my racist comment, let me R and R (rephrase and redirect).  I hate stupid fuckers who work at the Chinese restaurant we order at, who just happen to be Asian.  Jo, Eugene, Buddha, and I decided to order Chinese.  They gave me beef and broccoli instead of beef and mushrooms.  They forgot Jo's Shrimp ( Read more... )

 I love mid-morning naps just after my 8:30 Tuesday-Thursday History class.  I seem to have my best dreams between 10 AM and noon.  The other day I was fortunate enough to have a dream about one of my off-limit friends, and tonight I had one about a completely perfect guy.  All of the romantic dreams that swarm around in my unconscious visit me ( Read more... )

I'm happy.  I'm completely and utterly happy.  It's sort of a weird feeling.  I had forgotten how nice it feels to be on the volleyball court, to be sweating and hitting the floor and actually moving around.  I missed the feel of the gym floor beneath my feet and the worn leather of a volleyball running through my hands.  I missed pounding the ball ( Read more... )

 Alright, this is a little random for anyone reading this, but it's totally relevant for me.  Why is it that the styrofoam cup ramen tastes different from the stove-cooked ramen?  Also, why is it that the picture of the strofoam cup ramen looks so mouth-wateringly good, and the stuff I have in front of me just looks sub-par ( Read more... )

While everyone's out enjoying the Monday festivities of St. Patrick's Day, I'm sitting in my room, listening to my strange musical collection beneath the playlist entitled "Recently Added."  Going out, partying, and drinking just doesn't seem quite as fun when you remember the stupid shit you did in your past drunken escapades.  Yes, I'm still ( Read more... )