GSA (Gay-Straight Alliance) club went really well today.

I honestly thought I'd walked into the wrong room. There were so many ppl! It was something like 21 all together (including officers). Which is a big step from the six last year.

We plan on doing a lot of stuff. Active stuff, like getting school policies changed (for the better ( Read more... )

And with their absence I have only one conclusion:

I have big ass teeth.

It's been forever and I apologize.

Feedback is adored. And appreciated. And all that other good stuff.

Glimpses

I have thick skin. Now.

“Fatty! Fatty!” The kids taunt. It is elementary school. “Naay! Naaay! Make the horse noise, Fatty! It’s your name!”

I walk, quickly, dictionary tucked under my arm. I ignore all around me and the ( Read more... )

Here are the dates for HabiJax that I have people going for:

08-20: Crystal, Cheryl, Renee

08-27: Stephanie, Nicollete, Renee

08-30: Chinyere

Anyone is welcome to join us, it's from 8:00- whenever you finish (usually around 2/3) w/ an hour break for lunch. They have water at the site.

www.habijax.com is the website, it has directions. you WILL ( Read more... )

I have officially lost my wallet. It's in teh house somewhere, I know because I gave my dad $20 that I owed him. Which is some comfort, b/c at least some identy-theft person doesn't have it.

It has my liscense, military ID, account #, ATM card, and B&N Members card in it.

I think I might cry.

I can't find my wallet. I sort of need it.

Finally inspired. To write a "personal essay". it's not on MRs. Olin's list of questions, but w/e.

I'm finally inspired.

First day of school was rather uneventful.
Mrs. Saint-Laurent seems decent, although I'm a little worried about her whistle. It'll probably happen while I'm sound asleep and I'll end up falling out of my chair.

I have Sargent Haues (sp? on sargent) for Study Hall. The year I have friends in Study Hall is the year I get the teacher who enforces the ( Read more... )

"Your hair is so deceptive, Renee. It looks so straight when wet."

I met a seventy five year old bi-polar artist who took pictures me with a camera so he could then make a portrait for my mom (a christmas present from my dad's parents). It was funny, in a way, because he kept scrunching down a little on his knees and getting real close like you see all the time in movies. He was in between mood shifts so he wasn't ( Read more... )