My mom's writing a parent statement for my counselor for my college apps. And she just called me in to ask what sort of stuff she should put under the "any special challenges/obstacles your child has overcome..." section that my counselor didn't already know. I.e., did my counselor know that I was gay?
Hah, wow, I love it, I actually JUST checked out my Gay and Lesbian Guide to College Life from the library today!
So girl from camp... love-interest-girl from camp... presumably straight-love-interest-girl from camp... is a bit of a space cadet about returning txts, emails, etc. Now because of my own funny insecurities, I'm always second-guessing my friendships with people, wondering if I'm "that annoying kid" who people secretly dislike, and who's too oblivious to notice it. So I'm always paranoid that I'm pissing people off with whatever I do, and that everyone secretly dislikes me.
Will I score good points or "bad points" with the admissions officers at Bryn Mawr if I talk about singing a cappella arrangements of the Indigo Girls in my supplement?
Though I haven't really posted here in a zillion years.... hiiiiiiiiiii!!!
At Union Square today, a friend and I bought ice cream at... wait for it... THE BIG GAY ICE CREAM TRUCK! Yes, there was a soft-serve ice cream truck with rainbow posters declaring it "the big gay ice cream truck." It was just like the normal ice cream truck, but offered "big gay ice cream truck" magnets and T-shirts, and "premium toppings" for an extra dollar, including fresh blueberries, ginger crisps, pretzels, and cayenne pepper. Also, offered nutella on your cartwheel.
Silly Songs With Larry is my new favorite thing ever.
Huh. So Sparknotes is spreading the craaazy heteronormativity of our ridiculous, ridiculous society. I just went to their weird-ass "yearbook voting" procrastination page, where they insist on playing to stereotypes and segregating by gender and being heteronormative and generally ICK. And thennn, I took, drumroll please, The Gender Test. Dun dun dunnnn. Some of the questions were really irritating.
Grr. I don't wanna. Waah.
Oh hell, just my luck, this means I'll probably be wearing a pad to semi-formal. Yaaay. I really ought to learn to use tampons eventually... but I feel like my first time using them really ought not to be at my semi-formal. Aww fuck.
And I want to get off but don't really want to because pre-menstruation it gives me cramps. Boo.
Okay, oddly explicit post over. I'm just bothered. =( I may go bake cookies.
So I've got this friend who's about two years older than me, sort of stunningly competent at everything, and is basically an older brother to me, of the rather gruff, tough-love variety. He's also leaps and bounds more sexually experienced than me (especially considering my sexual experience is... well, zero), and is very sex-positive and is sort of sex-mentor to me (in no explicit way, he just is always encouraging me to get some, and like, sends me all this pretty erotica).
Okay, not really. But that's totally where I thought this lady was going the first time I saw this video. XDD
A while ago, someone on here (hell if I remember who) was lamenting the lack of fun gay wallpapers. Well, I just wanted to share this with the world:
I am not skinny, slim, slender. I am not "beautiful" in the conventional sense of the word at all. You can't see my ribs through my skin. I am not "fat," although I have fat. I have a gut and thighs and an ass and breasts. So it really upsets me that I feel the urge to call myself fat. I try to love myself, and yet I hate my stomach and my thighs. I only ever talk about those parts of my body in half-joking commiseration with friends complaining about their own bodies.
I just found a fucking gorgeous 2nd chord.
(Or 9th chord, I suppose.)
It goes (bottom --> top) G, D, A, B, D, G, B, D.
Hell, it's only four notes total, and there's only one non-chord tone in there, but it makes my whole room ring when I play it on my keyboard.
Go try it. It's gorgeous.
That is all.
So today I watched my super awesome friend practice his slam. And oh dear lord it was fantastic. Well, I mean, first of all, I love watching him perform. I mean, not only is he sex on legs, but he's just sooooo charismatic and awesome and he makes fabulous (and I mean fabulous) hand gestures and he has fucking fantastic rhythm... but hot shit, I love slam. I wish I could slam. The end.