I came out to my sister last night. We went swimming at ten o'clock at night, since a nighttime dip is much more fun. We just started talking and subjects came into the conversation that were perfect doorways to coming out. So I did. She was pretty surprised ("Whoa! You're a lesbo?!") but not at all bothered. I was concerned; a twelve-year-old mind is very spongy, absorbing everything around it. A lot of kids at her school are homophobic, including many of her close friends, and I was worried that it had rubbed off on her. I revealed to her that I had been questioning my sexuality for quite some time, and came to terms with it about a year ago. The conversation went smoothly, she was very receptive, and I think that made us a lot closer.
I went to an eye doctor recently. Turns out I'm gonna start wearing glasses. I'm slightly nearsighted, just barely enough to require glasses. The pair I picked out looks damn good on me, so I'm not at all concerned with looking like a dork. My only complaint is that I'm still wearing braces. That coupled with glasses may be a bit...unflattering. Oh well. I'm not in desperate need of them, I can wear them pretty much whenever I think I need them, so I can wait until my braces get taken off.
My poetry has come to a screeching halt. Probably because I have nothing to write about anymore. For the past six months Brittany has been my main source of inspiration. Even though not all of my poems within that time frame were about her, I was sharing them with her and that alone gave me the willpower to whip up a good free verse every week or so. I have some ideas in mind that could probably go into two poems, but that's about it for now. Hopefully my creative juices will be flowing soon enough. I just need to adapt to the new routine of summer.
Remember that little fender bender I got into three weeks ago? Well, the issue still hasn't been resolved. The other girl's insurance company STILL refuses to pay for the damage, EVEN THOUGH IT WAS CLEARLY HER FAULT. My mom has to call her attorney, we may have to drag this to court, it's gonna take a fucking century to get my goddamn car fixed. I just want the damn thing fixed. I thought this was simple. If you're at fault, your insurance pays for the damage. I thought that was how it worked. Apparently not. I'm being screwed over right now and it pisses me off. The front of my car is an eyesore and I'm tired of looking at it.
It's just irritating that they're trying to completely screw over a seventeen-year-old girl who just got in her very first accident. Those fuckers. Other insurance companies around this town would do the right thing and pay up. It just figures that *I* have to deal with the ONE company that's full of assholes. So we shall see how this pans out.
Tomorrow is Monday! Which means dinner with Brittany and my bros! If Brittany can't make it tomorrow night either...wait. It's okay. I have a Plan B. I'll just invite her to that nice little creek or something during the week. So it's all good. No worries. See, I'm not too incredibly stressed about when I get to see her, because I'm armed with her phone number and self-confidence!
I also plan on going to her graduation the first of June. I wanna see her walk across the stage and get her diploma and see her smile and junk. I have other senior friends that I'm going to graduation for, but mostly her.