Last night's party went well. Nobody got so drunk they threw up. Actually, nobody actually got properly drunk, there was good music, everyone danced, we decided to play early-morning twister for some unknown reason and I ended up intertwined with a cute gay guy (including getting a close up of his butt), we made the birthday girl the centre of attention as is necessary (and because it was her 17th, made her dance to Dancing Queen). A good night, and I might just try to follow up with that guy. Even if he's not interested, he's a pretty nice guy, so he'll make a good friend. On the other hand, I got only four hours of sleep. That'd be okay if I hadn't done a two hour jog yesterday and if I weren't going to do one today. :dry:
It took me so long to except myself as gay, and now that I have, I'm struggling yet again because I can't escape the feeling that I need a relationship. I love myself and all that stuff--it's not that I need it to feel complete, I just want it, and I do is keep getting hurt. :bang:
So it turns out yet another acquaintance of mine from the trans community died last night of "natural causes". There will be a fundraiser for his funeral. On a more positive note, it turns out someone I hadn't heard from on EC in months is alive and well, after all! Then we have that Shakespearean play tonight...
Um no Tumblr, stop recommending the blog of the girl who stole my gf and wrecked my life that I can't stand.
Went to the supermarket with my mom. We saw two guys who could be considered gay, or not, and my mom was saying she hopes I won't be walking like that (i.e. slightly effeminate). Thanks mom...
So as a newly turned 18 year old I have gotten my first tattoo and bought my first lottery tickets. I say the day went well.
I wish I could rip these two disgusting lumps of flesh from my chest. When I take off my binder I'm reminded that my body is not how it should be... I want top surgery now, I want T now I wonder if I can even deal with this body until the year I can get it fixed.
I wish i knew what to do with my life? Like the next step? not trying to sound dark and depressed, just a little unsure
i feel really sick (not surprising) and really really angry (very surprising) for no reason and i don't like it ):
Full-contact american football after a rain-storm today:icon_bigg Managed to bring some rugby awesomeness to the field. AND, there was a cute guy playing on the other team which also helped:icon_redf
I'm losing my Zaragoza accent. It's becoming a Madrid one, because I watch Spanish news and I haven't had a Zaragozan teacher or friend for almost a year. What will BiShoegazer think? :lol:
Everyone knows that becoming a flaming homosexual takes immense amounts of power. No homosexual is born flaming; it is a gradual evolution that occurs from them venturing out into the world, becoming exposed to the seasoned creatures of their kind, and absorbing their feminine essences. Don't be so ignorant, gravechild. My mother is exactly the same. The interesting thing is that I have always been considered slightly feminine by most. I have consistently rode the middle of the spectrum for all of my life. I can't help but laugh at this point because everyone knows she is just deluding herself.
My parents went to the Wazzu game... (mother is an alum) So I'm only awake because someone rapped on my door but - wow I am shocked that Wazzu is tied with Oregon right now (7-7) and threatening to go up! Even if it is early on in the game..
