I think I'm taking the Winter 04 semester off and graduating Winter 05. I think that's by far more feasable.

Thoughts? Comments? Ideas?

While standing outside Angell for a moment taking it all in, I had to restrain myself from laughing.

He was fervently playing the air guitar while walking into Angell.

He appeared to be a student.

Hasn't he heard the jokes we all make of men (boys) like him?

Today, in class ( Read more... )

I have to get my tattoo soon, or go to Chicago to get it done. I'm kinda liking the latter option. Kappy, my friend who designed it and is doing it, is moving back to Chicago - with very little notice. Also, I'm thinking of getting some new piercings. Two on my upper lip, as spikes to contradict (yes contradict), the lower labret. Then, maybe ( Read more... )

After having what seemed to be my best week in a long time, I had the worst day of my life.  I'm not kidding.  Starbucks is so much better at South U, and I have things to smile about over there.  I found a reason for me...

But, my world came crashing down on me... It was too good to be true.  Late at night, I discovered that the back window of the ( Read more... )

I've mentioned it a few times, and maybe I hide it pretty well, but depression has overtaken me lately, and it only seems to be getting worse. Everytime I think I'm starting to get better, bam! it's back. I think I just have a good day here or there, and then I think things are okay again. Part of my problem, is that I'm really really hard on ( Read more... )

Some things to smile about... My hair is now black. Black as black. But, the mohawk part has random blonde chunks in it. It's hot. It's fucking hot. I'd fuck me. (Pictures to come).

On another note... I asked a boy out tonight.

I asked the hottest and sweetest boy out that I know. He's Puerto Rican, too. Yes, Virginia, he has an accent.

So, what ( Read more... )

Fuck
Nothing ever goes my way

Ever

If there's a God, he must be punishing me for being gay

( NC-17 )

But you always really knew, I just wanna be with you/But I'm in so deep, you know I'm such a fool for you/You've got me wrapped around your finger...

It's not that you're pitifully weak, either. I'm pitifully weak when I think of you too.  That is, that I become weak at the thought of you, but emotionally hearty overall; just like you.  The ( Read more... )

In the middle of encouraging a friend to be less shy, and not fear rejection so much, I had an epiphane. I've always been shy. Me? Shy? Yes. Shyness is a fear of approaching people, of saying the wrong thing, of being rejected. Just because I am proactive and have to deal with this everyday, does not mean that I don't fear it any less. You ( Read more... )