It's been a while since I posted and a lot has happened. I'm supposed to be revising now, but I don't have the motivation to. My IB exams start in one week, and there are parts of the syllabus which I haven't learnt yet. I definitely need to re-read Rosencrantz and Guildernstern Are Dead, The Crucible and Brilliant Lies. The problem is, Rosencrantz and Guildernstern Are Dead just doesn't make sense. It's not even supposed to. I also should be doing more practice for karate, otherwise I'll miss my one chance to get a black belt.
Almost everyone in my physics class decided to attend an optional extra class in the a few days ago, even though it's holidays. Afterwards, we all went out for lunch, one of my friends asked me if I needed a ride anywhere. Someone else said that he'd give me a ride if I blow him. I decided to test the water, so I said OK enthusiastically and with a smile. Maybe it was a little too genuine, because everyone was disugsted. I did end up getting the ride and fortunately I didn't do anything in return.
And with only three days more of proper lessons, it has become clear that I am not going to be able to say I came out in secondary school. Oh well.
II: Perhentian Islands
It seems likely that my most in my year will decide to spend what we have left on a trip to the Perhentian Islands (located in my country). A week of golden sunlight, clean sands and clear water. We were there two years ago after exams as well. So much has changed since then - there is a good chance that half of the rest will get drunk when we're there, which isn't a good prospect considering many of us will go diving and snorkelling. Fortunately, I know several of my friends love our sober state of mind much more.
Dartmouth rejected my appeal for more financial aid. I eventually informed my parents. They said that in that case I would probably be going to the University of Melbourne. I wasn't very happy about this. My dad was trying to talk with me more about it, but I really wasn't interested, and I told him so. This pissed him off. Later, he came into my room and told me to trust his guidance. Out of the blue, I said that I'd lost faith in his guidance. He asked what made me think that. I couldn't really verbalise what it was then. While contemplating it later on, I came to the conclusion that it was just the fact that I didn't feel like I could be honest with him, especially when the atmosphere between us is never conducive for talking about my gay side.
Anyway, I dropped small grenades here and there throughout the week, like pointing out how they were willing to pay a similar amount of money to get my brother his medical degree. I even offered to take a loan with them at an interest rate so that I would go. By the end of the week, when I properly confronted them again about it, my dad said that we should do a cost-benefit analysis of the two. I suspect that he seemed to think that this would make it clear that Melbourne is a better bargain.
It turns out being that given the offer Dartmouth gave me, Melbourne is only slightly cheaper. I was surprised myself, as I am an Australian citizen. I pointed out that if I went to Dartmouth I would almost certainly be able to study three terms overseas - at this point I'd love to go to a German university. I'd also be interested in staying in the German language residential hall they have at Dartmouh. This impressed them enough, so they tentatively agreed I could go to Dartmouth.
As a result, I'm now very happy!
IV: Mulholland Dr.
I saw Mulholland Dr., and I have to say, David Lynch is the man. And Naomi Watts - wow. I had no idea that it was fundamentally a lesbian love story within a lesbian love story. In some ways it's better this way, since I don't get distracted like I do by guys making out, or even a guy making out with a girl. I also saw the Ring 2, and although they both have Naomi Watts in them, it is clear which movie better.
It seems I'm a hunky faggot.
I'm a Hunky Faggot! Oh hello. I am completely gorgeous. You may touch me for a nominal fee, although I’d prefer that you were at least as hot as I am. I was genetically engineered for pleasure. Mine.