If Rick Santorum wins the election, I'm moving to Canada. If Mitt Romney wins the election, I'm moving to Canada. Really I'm just hoping Obama will get re-elected. Four years of zero progress is better than four years of Santorum's radical campaign against homosexuality or Mitt Romney's partiality to the rich. God damn, what is this? A high school election? I guess our country will be forever doomed to be run by idiots. We've been the laughingstock of the world for so long. And I completely understand why.
Yesterday I came close to tears during Health class. A former meth addict came in and spoke to us. Y'know, it's one thing to see pictures of addicts on billboards or hear horror stories from anti-drug campaigns...it's another thing entirely to see an addict in person, to listen to their story without the flashy badges and the cliched "Just Say No" slogans. I mean, when we have assemblies and listen to cops and other nobodies rant about the dangers of drugs, it's so...impersonal.
Somebody ask me a question. About anything. Virtually anything, and I'll answer it as honestly as I possibly can. Really. Just do it. C'mon.
I've been thinking about how selfish I really am. Some of the friends that I talk to...if they're going through a hard time, I frankly don't care. For example, my friend Anna always bitches about how mean her boyfriend is, and I honestly don't give a fuck. She is not worthy of the fucks I could possibly give. Most people, I've realized, are not.
Yesterday I saw The Hunger Games with my dad and sister. I gotta admit, I wasn't expecting it to be too awesome. I don't know why. But damn, this movie was FANTASTIC. It did the book so much justice. The acting, the scenery, the script...all wonderful. I only have one minor complaint. In the movie Katniss gets the mockingjay pin from a trader in the Seam, but in the book she gets it as a gift from the mayor's daughter, whose name escapes me. Also, the movie never explained Avoxes, which are the Capitol servants who are basically brainwashed people with their tongues cut out.
Our school district made a million dollar budget cut. At the end of this year, the school newspaper will no longer be running. Which means my excitement of becoming entertainment editor next year has been trampled. Ugh. You have no idea how infuriating this is. They're also cutting World Literature and they won't be replacing my AP English teacher when she retires this year. Of all the things to be cut, it had to be journalism. The ONE extracurricular thing I enjoyed doing in school. Fuck my luck.
God damn, I love this time of year. One of the many reasons: all the ladies in shorts. Of course, right now, I am utterly blind to all but one. Brittany looks sooooo amazing in short shorts. Not the slutty, up-your-asscrack kind of short shorts, but the reeaaal flattering kind that's just the right length. I try not to check her out too obviously. Or drool. But damn it, she has incredible legs. And those thighs? Jesus H. Christ, it drives me mad. *Insert winky face here*
Can being in love be a one-sided thing? In other words, can you truly be in love with someone if the feelings aren't reciprocated?
I honestly don't think you can. It's pretty difficult to be IN love with someone when they don't see you in the same way. I mean, you may love them a lot, have really deep feelings for them, but I think being IN love requires two people. You just experience it fully when it's returned. But, I dunno. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe you can be deeply IN love with someone without them returning the same sentiments. But I think that would be pretty damn hard.
I really don't like being around my grandparents anymore. Or any member of my mother's family for that matter, except my cousins, and I never see them anymore. It really sucks, because whenever my grandparents come around I get hit with this sudden wave of irritation. Like they annoy me or something. I know that's a terrible thing to say about two people who love me very much, but...I dunno. Their attitudes towards the world just bug me. And not just the homophobic bits. I can't help not enjoying their presence. That's just the way it is.
Something big yet not big happened last night when I went out for dinner with my friends. My bro friend Judd randomly asked me if I've ever dated a girl....right in front of our friend Haylee. I gave her this anxious look, and she just says, "Don't look at me like that. I already know Jenna."
The friend I came out to Friday has been treating me the same, like the whole coming out thing was no big deal. So that's nice to know, that things won't change between us.
I'm starting to develop a cold. I never get sick. Like, ever. So this is really bothering me. Right now I'm about to overdose on Zicam.
Brittany was supposed to bring me her poems today, but she's sick. Now I have to wait yet another day. I gave her a poem about my dad yesterday and I really hope I haven't overstepped some boundary, hope my disclosure of a personal situation didn't chase her away. I doubt it did.
Came out to one of my friends Friday. We went to this really awesome train bridge across the river, walked on the tracks and beneath them, a hundred feet above the water. He brought his camera (he's really into photography) and took a bunch of pictures. He told me that a girl in his math class was talking about how she thinks I'm bi. I told him she's close, but I'm actually completely gay. He took it really well. But I have a feeling he'll tell some of our friends. Oh well. He won't do it out of spite. I know that.
I got a 29 on my ACT. Is that good enough, do you think? I'm gonna take it again in April or something to see if I can get in the 30's. Many would be happy with a 29, but I want to do better.
Brittany texted me tonight and told me she absolutely loves my poetry. She says it's beautiful, fantastic. She's really nervous about bringing her own poetry because she's never shared it with anyone before. She wasn't at school today. Would've been nice to hear her praise in person.
Brittany and I talked about poetry last night. Turns out she writes poetry too, but is just as shy as I am about sharing it with people. I swear to you guys, this girl keeps getting cooler every day. We actually have quite a bit in common. I actually suggested that we exchange poems some time and give each other some feedback. So I'll be sharing my work with her, which is so weird. I'm more willing to share my work with her than with people I've known for years. I'm probably just trying to impress her or something.
Anybody ever wonder how kissing started? What was the first kiss like? Who came up with the idea of showing affection by pressing mouths together? Come to think of it, who invented hugs? Just something weird to consider.
I ordered a Teen Titans T-shirt on Amazon a week ago, and it still hasn't come yet. Luckily I am very patient, and Teen Titans is worth waiting for. Anybody else ever watch that show? Oh man, that show was my childhood. I was obsessed. I loved Raven because she was all dark and mysterious and I thought that was the coolest thing ever.