If you didn't already know this, I'm fifteen. I have a kid. Not making a lot of sense? I'll explain. I just want this idea to sink in a bit so I'm going to tell a story, one that pertains nothign to this so bear in mind that it has nothing to do with baby.
I got to a normal high school with gay bashers, gays and just idiots. It's a real diverse group. I got the first high school crush, ick. And I asked her out last night, yes she knew I was gay, and that I had a crush on her. I let her deal with that for like four days. She fucking flirts with me all the time so I thought I'd give it a shot. So I called her up and we talked, I helped her with her French homework, I suck at french but that wasn't the point. We started talking and such. And I ask her point blank. "Will you go out wiht me (insert name)?" and there is silence. She says, "I don't know, I don't know. I don't know." that is before I say anythign else.
Saying I don't know isn't an answer. Yes or no is an answer. Nothing else. I'm really pissed off at her. She knew I was going to ask her out. Grrh She was like the first person for me to ask out. Really she was because (sid if you're reading this, that was the other way around.. long story).
I didn't talk to her today, I was too pissed off, but I have to face her on Monday, I have a class with her. Englis and she talks to me there, we sit close together in that class, it's a small class.
Wednesday I get my hair cut, like super short, right now my hair is shouldar length at best. And I'm getting it cut like Michelle Clunie on Queer as Folk (Mel). I love her hair.
Baby Jordan, okay, baby Jordan is mine. I did make him.. but I didn't like birth him cause... he's a project for Child Development. I have to carry him around 24 hours for 2 weeks.