I've been visiting this website for a while, but was always afraid to post or to actully join the community. And when the site crashed (broke, whatever...) I was almost relieved, because that meant I couldnt sneak on my computer to read the stuff all of you have written. Because it meant I didn't have to "come out" because it meant i was alone yet again, and that maybe just maybe I could keep lying to myself for a few more days....
I woke today around 9:30 in the morning and continued to lay in my bed in a quasi-unconscious type of sleep, the kind where you are just happy to be, free of any distractions, worries, cares. At around 10:30 i decided that i was awake, but not wanting to get out of bed, i turned on my radio. The song had just ended and the dj had cut in.
"This doesn't look like a deliberate act of terrorism..," eyes wide open, ears pricked....
How do you start something about this?
I woke up to the radio announcing the deaths of 7 people.
I think I have to start bluntly, there is no smooth transition to something like this. People were working together; men, women, white people, and black people. They were on their way home on a routine flight.
I'm a thief, I must use other people's words to express how I really feel. So here it is.
The News (lyrics by Jack Johnson)
A billion people died on the news tonight
But not so many cried at the terrible sight
Well mamma said, it's just make believe
You can't believe everything you see
So baby close your eyes to the lullabies
On the news tonight
Whos the one to decide that it would be alright
I was listening to the radio at 9:15 Eastern -- NPR, Saturday morning news -- when they broke into the broadcast to say that NASA had lost contact with the shuttle.
I was gone, but I'm back! (I used to be "bradw"; now simpler) I've been looking at what's been happening to Oasis, but not really getting into it. This new thing has a more community feel, no? Anyhoo, this betta' not mess with my homework time!
...Please mess with my homework time.
The writing turned on full throttle tonight...
Whoever said ignorance is bliss was a fucking genius!
Today has been a most interesting day, if for nothing else, I have discovered my three possible reactions with encounters to men: for straight guys, gay guys and sexually ambiguous guys.
....First: an exchange of pleasantries (How are you doing? How is yada yada yada, bullshit bullshit bullshit). Second, he endeavors to learn more about a pleasantry (Who is your prof? Is she any good blah blah blah, yak yak yak). Third, the faux-pas. The whoopsee....
I am going to spend the weekend trying to recover some form of sleeping pattern..
It's going to be .. interesting ..
Hopefully i'll read the second and third harry potter.. and if all goes as planned, order my gamecube (yay!)
Can you believe it makes more sense for me to import an american machine from a GBP retailer than importing it from either america or using the local systems (which are imported from GBP).
So I'm out among the student population and one of my friends is now dealing with the fact that being my friend (and a totally awesome understanding wonderful person she is) means getting pinned as being gay to. She says she doesn't care, but I do feel this need to go out and find her a guy.
Cracking my fingers making them spasm
Well I've missed Oasis but my break was slightly longer as my computer wouldn't let me access the site (when it was still accessible- I know this as I checked at a cyber cafe).
I found a niche in Livejournal also and that numbed the pain somewhat.I haven't stopped writing, have written a *lot* of poetry so will post soon :-)
First off, lemme say I'm so glad that Oasis is back. I didn't realize i was addicted to it until it went down. But the past is past. And i really like the new layout.
Anyhoo, i live in the midwest in a quaint upper middle class suburb called Carmel. To help give you an insight into my town it would probably help to tell you that the majority of the girls are on the verge of emaciation, straight blond hair, bubble-gum-chewing ditzes and the majority of the guys try to get in touch with their thuggish roots, which none of them have. But in a school of 3500 kids, you're bound to have some cool people and i call them my friends. I am so thankful i have them. I don't know what i would do without them.