I'm taking a break from my bio term paper, which I sorta got tricked into doing. I ask my teacher if I could do it on the arguement of homosexuality being a genetic preprogramed thing, and mentioned I saw somewhere that some scientists were working on proving or disproving that, and that some were from The Human Genome Project. So, she says, "Well...I don't think so, due to the oral presentation part (Did she think I was going to give head as my oral presentation?). Some students might not be as mature as others. You can do The Human Genome Project itself. Good topic." But no. I didn't want to do The Human Genome Project.
So, it's not worth trying to get Kinkerz. It'll be too difficult, and if I do, it'll end miserably, like usual. So I quit.
So. I like my friend Kinky Steve. He just came out. So I'm gonna ask him out.
So I wrote a musical for my class to perform. And now it'll be performed after school, at a night of one-act shows. And I'm so nervous because I wrote in a gay character, and the reaction might not be a good one.
I actually enjoy assembling furniture. I should get a job with a drill.
just under the weight of it all.
It was terrible.
So, that antispecial someone who decided it was his life's goal to piss me off and make me miserable in theatre class returned today.
Well, not much on the homefront today. Just some new home-crap-studio mp3s. First ones in months, but I think they came out nicely.
Yesterday=six months, and yet, I choose to IM him.
thanks for the positive feedback with that last post. im gonna do a positivity spell to get me through the week. im gonna let my sis go to sleep and stop using her computer. well, thanks everyone. ill write a song later. see ya homies.
if you ever wanted to get lost reading something...read fight club. if you have less time and understand noncoherent grammarless musings and ramblings, i recommend talking to my friend mike. but if youre here, and bored read this. meet me.
well, he was mentioned like a thousand times today and i havent spoken to him in six months. what kind of bullshit is that? oh well. my violin arrangement for "oxygen" was refered to as, by my soulmate, "it sounds like a dying gopher being raped by an angry warm wet poodle playing the chimes while dancing on an evil harp." now theres a description. angry warm wet poodles rapes are up this year i heard. love to all. maybe some of you will have a better night that me.
all im saying. ghost by howie day just does about sum it up. "i know there's little use in crying. its more wide awake and dying than im used to." so that creepy assed fucker tommy haunts me even to here. how?! how!? how!??! how?!!? i dont get it. im all moved on but i still miss that little shmuck. fucking kill me. as i once said "first love sucks. i think we should all skip it and start with second love."
everything just got a little out of hand with the anger. but last night i had a dream. not one of my preminitions i dont think, cause it didnt feel real, not that my visions have been exactly on lately. anyway. in it, tommy contacted me.