Swimming lessons started yesterday. At nine o'clock. In the morning.
Actually, the term "swimming lesson" would be a bit inaccurate. These aren't swimming lessons. These are red cross water-centric bronze-something lifesaving courses. CPR. Victim rescues. Stuff like that.
Some interesting, perhaps irrelevant details of my life this week:
I had a musical theory rudiments test today. It was a com-puhleet cakewalk. Oh, and I finally got around to looking at the marks/comments from my practical exam, and according to the examiner, I play my music "musically". Who would have figured.
Dad over here wanted to have a talk with me. You know. A gay talk.
Personally, I despise interactions with my parents. I mean, really, they don't need me after the first thirty seconds, because after that I've said everything significant, and all that follows comprises entirely of them trying to forget it.
Luckily, this time around, my mom forewarned me.
I've noticed that, on this site and in the gay community in general, people are, in general, incredibly, seriously against religion.
But, as much as I hate to say it, I don't think it will ever fade.
And when I think about something to hard, I tend to write about it.
And that's what I did.
Feel free to write as many angry comments as you want.
I don't know.
Okay, now. A few things I want to talk about.
My previous entry (which happened to be my first) summed up in Hemingway-esque detail my clumsy coming-out to my mom. "ACK!", as it was appropriately called, was in my later musings thought to be collecting a bunch of replies yelling at me not to waste the site's time with so many periods. However, much to my surprise, I got encouragement, and was commended for my bravery. Woohoo! What a site.
I also promised to say more.
Came out to mom. About a half hour ago. Feel like puking. Elaborations to come later.