Looking back over this semester, it’s amazing how much I’ve changed. I created this blog the Sunday before classes started and looking over my early posts it’s clear there’s a difference. In my writing. In my mood. In my personality. In the way I think. I am not the same person I was four short months ago.
A lot has happened this semester and in the weeks leading up to it. Things that, while very difficult at the time, have turned me into a much different and, for the most part, better person. The most influential thing that happened actually took place in the weeks just before the semester started. Depression. Deep, deep depression. That awful, crushing depression I experienced made me much stronger and laid the foundation for the changes that were coming my way. It made me realize who I am. That I had to embrace who I am – had to embrace that I am gay – and not be ashamed of myself. It took me 19 years to figure that out. Battling off such an overwhelming depression wasn’t an easy task, but that alone showed me that I had the inner strength to do whatever I set my mind to. After the depression hit, I figured I would have to get drugs to make it go away or just deal with it for the rest of my life. I did neither. It is gone now. I feel stupid crediting depression for shaping me into a better person, but it really was a big part of it.
Of course, depression isn’t the only thing that helped facilitate the change. This blog played a huge role as well. Never before had I been able to vent my feelings, frustrations, past trauma or whatever. I had nobody I felt I could talk to about most of the stuff in my life. I had so much shit pent up inside of me that I had never let out before. It never mattered that only a couple of people even read this. I’ve unloaded my guts here and it feels great to have done so.
It amazes me how much I’ve changed and the short amount of time in which it took place. To show how extreme and sudden some of the changes were, I went from leaning toward being a conservative republican before the semester began to relating closely with liberal democrats almost within the span of a single day. How’s that for a big change?
As for my social life, well… not much has changed in that department. I met one person this semester who I became friends with – K – but towards the end of the semester we started to drift apart it seemed. I would say we’re still friends just not as close as we were earlier. Oh well. I’ve still got several more years of college to develop a social life.
Will SlyD ever get any ass? Will he turn into a whore? Will he ever see the guy in his history class again? Will he find the love of his life? Will he ever come out of the closet? What will everyone’s reaction be? Tune in next semester to find out! On… the Misadventures of SlyD!!
College really is all about figuring yourself out. And I’ve done just that… so can I quit now?
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
Monday, December 11, 2006
Finals Week
Why is it that every time finals roll around the weather suddenly turns wet and dreary? It really helps the mood.
My last final is Thursday then I’m through till the middle of January when I have to start all over again with new, harder classes. Whoopee! I can’t wait!
Wish me luck on my finals! I’ll need all the luck I can get for my history final tomorrow. I haven’t been able to study much (sometimes I seriously think I have ADD), but I feel oddly confident about the test.
I’ll try to post something else tomorrow after I get the burden of my history final off my shoulders (the rest of them are no sweat). After finals are over, a few shockwaves may rock our household but only time will really tell.
My last final is Thursday then I’m through till the middle of January when I have to start all over again with new, harder classes. Whoopee! I can’t wait!
Wish me luck on my finals! I’ll need all the luck I can get for my history final tomorrow. I haven’t been able to study much (sometimes I seriously think I have ADD), but I feel oddly confident about the test.
I’ll try to post something else tomorrow after I get the burden of my history final off my shoulders (the rest of them are no sweat). After finals are over, a few shockwaves may rock our household but only time will really tell.
Weird Things About Me You May Or May Not Care To Know
It’s late. I’m tired but can’t sleep. So what pops into my head? Well nothing at first but eventually I start thinking about all the things that make me weird (or should I just say unique). Here goes…
1. I’m an ambidextrous freak. I write left-handed so I guess that qualifies me as a lefty. But, that and eating are about the only things I do with my left hand. For the rest of life’s activities, I’m right-handed. Throw. Bat. Guitar. Scissors. You name it, most likely I do it or use it with my right hand instead of my left. I even sit in right-handed desks in class. I’ve still got the left-handed thinking though. I usually see things differently than the rest of my righty family (oddly enough that applies to politics as well).
2. Standing with my arms relaxed, my right arm naturally hangs close to my side while the left hangs farther away from my body.
3. I can cross all of my fingers on one hand simultaneously and without help from my other hand – index with middle, ring with pinky. I can even do this with both hands at the same time. Check me out! I have never met anyone else who can do this.
4. When I was young, a lady who lived just up the road died in a freak car accident in Dallas. I didn’t know her very well, but this traumatized me. It left me deathly afraid of cars and driving. It affected me so greatly that I would (and still do to a lesser degree) worry about my parents getting into a wreck whenever they went somewhere without me. If they were gone longer than they said they would, I expected the worst. And when I was getting to the age when I could take driver’s ed, I was still scared to drive and had actually never driven a car on the road (and never had much of a desire to do so either). I ended up taking driver’s ed when I was 16, a year after most people my age did. I drove a car on the road for the first time the day before the actual driving portion of the course. I did fine though as the fear from my childhood made me a very cautious driver. I no longer fear driving, but to this day whenever I ride with someone in their car especially in the backseat, I have to constantly look ahead at what’s going on. I don’t have to drive, but I can’t simply sit back and enjoy riding with someone else. I’m always on alert. I’m getting better about it though as the years pass. And to think I’m obsessed with cars now…
5. I once had a nice ass, got several complements from girls. Only problem was that it was accompanied by a sizable belly and flabby arms and legs. When those decided to move out, the ass went with them and only remnants of the belly remained. Why the ass had to go is beyond me. I miss it.
6. I talk to myself when I’m in my car alone. I’ll talk about anything – my life, my friends, my family, my crushes, my classes, my future, other drivers, other drivers’ cars, people’s houses, music, or whatever pops into my mind. Sad part is I frequently crack myself up. Yes, I laugh at myself. While I’m talking to myself. But give me a break. It gets boring being in a car alone for 2 hours each day. I’ve got to entertain myself somehow so I don’t drift off into a daze. Music gets old – radio stations play the same shit over and over to the point that I want to crash my car into a pole just so it will stop (my luck the radio would still be playing) and I’ve listened to all my CDs a million times. I can’t jerk it while I’m driving (or at least I’m not going to try). There’s usually no one to call – most of my friends are in class, at work or still asleep (lazy asses!) during my drive. Listening to road noise grows tiring. And going to sleep just isn’t an option. So that leaves talking to myself. Yep… I’m a nut case.
Well, that’s all my drained mind can come up with. I’m sure there’s more, but these will have to do for now. You probably think I’m a psycho freak. I’m not. I’m just very disturbed. ;-)
…and tired.
I’m going to bed now.
[EDIT: I'll admit I saw this on other blogs but dismissed doing it at the time. Sleepless at 12 in the morning, it came into my mind and I decided to do it. I didn't start with a certain number in mind. It just so happens I stopped with the oh-so-popular six. - SlyD]
1. I’m an ambidextrous freak. I write left-handed so I guess that qualifies me as a lefty. But, that and eating are about the only things I do with my left hand. For the rest of life’s activities, I’m right-handed. Throw. Bat. Guitar. Scissors. You name it, most likely I do it or use it with my right hand instead of my left. I even sit in right-handed desks in class. I’ve still got the left-handed thinking though. I usually see things differently than the rest of my righty family (oddly enough that applies to politics as well).
2. Standing with my arms relaxed, my right arm naturally hangs close to my side while the left hangs farther away from my body.
3. I can cross all of my fingers on one hand simultaneously and without help from my other hand – index with middle, ring with pinky. I can even do this with both hands at the same time. Check me out! I have never met anyone else who can do this.
4. When I was young, a lady who lived just up the road died in a freak car accident in Dallas. I didn’t know her very well, but this traumatized me. It left me deathly afraid of cars and driving. It affected me so greatly that I would (and still do to a lesser degree) worry about my parents getting into a wreck whenever they went somewhere without me. If they were gone longer than they said they would, I expected the worst. And when I was getting to the age when I could take driver’s ed, I was still scared to drive and had actually never driven a car on the road (and never had much of a desire to do so either). I ended up taking driver’s ed when I was 16, a year after most people my age did. I drove a car on the road for the first time the day before the actual driving portion of the course. I did fine though as the fear from my childhood made me a very cautious driver. I no longer fear driving, but to this day whenever I ride with someone in their car especially in the backseat, I have to constantly look ahead at what’s going on. I don’t have to drive, but I can’t simply sit back and enjoy riding with someone else. I’m always on alert. I’m getting better about it though as the years pass. And to think I’m obsessed with cars now…
5. I once had a nice ass, got several complements from girls. Only problem was that it was accompanied by a sizable belly and flabby arms and legs. When those decided to move out, the ass went with them and only remnants of the belly remained. Why the ass had to go is beyond me. I miss it.
6. I talk to myself when I’m in my car alone. I’ll talk about anything – my life, my friends, my family, my crushes, my classes, my future, other drivers, other drivers’ cars, people’s houses, music, or whatever pops into my mind. Sad part is I frequently crack myself up. Yes, I laugh at myself. While I’m talking to myself. But give me a break. It gets boring being in a car alone for 2 hours each day. I’ve got to entertain myself somehow so I don’t drift off into a daze. Music gets old – radio stations play the same shit over and over to the point that I want to crash my car into a pole just so it will stop (my luck the radio would still be playing) and I’ve listened to all my CDs a million times. I can’t jerk it while I’m driving (or at least I’m not going to try). There’s usually no one to call – most of my friends are in class, at work or still asleep (lazy asses!) during my drive. Listening to road noise grows tiring. And going to sleep just isn’t an option. So that leaves talking to myself. Yep… I’m a nut case.
Well, that’s all my drained mind can come up with. I’m sure there’s more, but these will have to do for now. You probably think I’m a psycho freak. I’m not. I’m just very disturbed. ;-)
…and tired.
I’m going to bed now.
[EDIT: I'll admit I saw this on other blogs but dismissed doing it at the time. Sleepless at 12 in the morning, it came into my mind and I decided to do it. I didn't start with a certain number in mind. It just so happens I stopped with the oh-so-popular six. - SlyD]
Thursday, December 07, 2006
Moving N
I miss understood N the other day. She’s leaving after this semester! The semester that ends TOMORROW!! Not after the fall 2007 semester like I thought she meant.
When she told me this, she jokingly said not to cry. But I was on the verge of it!! I just gave her a warm smile then looked away as tears actually did start to form in my eyes. I fought them off however.
I won’t see her near as often as I have or would like to. But I guess it’s good for her. She’ll be going to the college she actually should have started at, and she’ll get away from AP and AG and their friends (they’re driving her insane). I hope she’s not wanting to get away from me, too. That, thankfully, doesn’t seem to be the case though.
I really will miss N. Words can’t describe how much I’ll miss her. She’s always been there to give me a word of encouragement or knock some reality back into me when I talk about doing crazy shit. I’ll definitely have to visit her after she moves especially since she’s moving in with my other best friend from high school, NH. N and NH were like sisters in high school; I was like their brother. We just had a happy little family going on!
I’ll have to take N up on that offer for her to bring me out to the movies after she gets all moved in next semester. She always goes to see the good movies, not just the chick-flicks. That’s my kind of girl! Plus, she loves to travel, sit and talk, just take a stroll, ride roller coasters, drive cars, stay up late, have fun, and talk shit. If only I was straight, my dream girl would be sitting right in front of me! But I’m not, so she just has to settle with being the greatest friend ever.
When she told me this, she jokingly said not to cry. But I was on the verge of it!! I just gave her a warm smile then looked away as tears actually did start to form in my eyes. I fought them off however.
I won’t see her near as often as I have or would like to. But I guess it’s good for her. She’ll be going to the college she actually should have started at, and she’ll get away from AP and AG and their friends (they’re driving her insane). I hope she’s not wanting to get away from me, too. That, thankfully, doesn’t seem to be the case though.
I really will miss N. Words can’t describe how much I’ll miss her. She’s always been there to give me a word of encouragement or knock some reality back into me when I talk about doing crazy shit. I’ll definitely have to visit her after she moves especially since she’s moving in with my other best friend from high school, NH. N and NH were like sisters in high school; I was like their brother. We just had a happy little family going on!
I’ll have to take N up on that offer for her to bring me out to the movies after she gets all moved in next semester. She always goes to see the good movies, not just the chick-flicks. That’s my kind of girl! Plus, she loves to travel, sit and talk, just take a stroll, ride roller coasters, drive cars, stay up late, have fun, and talk shit. If only I was straight, my dream girl would be sitting right in front of me! But I’m not, so she just has to settle with being the greatest friend ever.
Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Views From The Closet
I’m starting to wonder if I’ll ever be able to come out to my parents. The right moment seems like it will never come. There’s always something going on with my parents – one or both of them – that signals that today is not the day. I want to make it as easiest as possible for them (and me), so I want to avoid times when they’re really stressed out. But that’s all the time, every fucking day.
I’m still unsure how it will go. I’m the more happy-go-luck of their two children. Even though I can be a sarcastic bitch at times, I can generally get them to smile and laugh. I seem to have a way of lightening the mood. I’m hoping this helps and that I can use it to make things go more smoothly. If things drift into an argument (which I can see happening), I’m armed and ready for that. I have plenty of experience from the many arguments (heated debates sounds better doesn’t it?) that my dad and I have engaged in. He knows I’m good at it and can usually leave him speechless. I have a way of dusting off old hypocritical things my dad has said to use against him in an argument. It’s very effective. They don’t give me enough credit.
I just hope it goes well whenever it happens. I hope it doesn’t have any foul consequences due to me revealing a part of myself to them that I never have before. If anything, they should be proud I’m telling them and be proud of the son they raised no matter who he is attracted to. I think I turned out pretty good. I’m a nice, respectful guy. I’m considerate of others. I’m smart. I’m fairly confident and have set goals for my life. I’m just a regular human being who just happens to be gay.
I’m still unsure how it will go. I’m the more happy-go-luck of their two children. Even though I can be a sarcastic bitch at times, I can generally get them to smile and laugh. I seem to have a way of lightening the mood. I’m hoping this helps and that I can use it to make things go more smoothly. If things drift into an argument (which I can see happening), I’m armed and ready for that. I have plenty of experience from the many arguments (heated debates sounds better doesn’t it?) that my dad and I have engaged in. He knows I’m good at it and can usually leave him speechless. I have a way of dusting off old hypocritical things my dad has said to use against him in an argument. It’s very effective. They don’t give me enough credit.
I just hope it goes well whenever it happens. I hope it doesn’t have any foul consequences due to me revealing a part of myself to them that I never have before. If anything, they should be proud I’m telling them and be proud of the son they raised no matter who he is attracted to. I think I turned out pretty good. I’m a nice, respectful guy. I’m considerate of others. I’m smart. I’m fairly confident and have set goals for my life. I’m just a regular human being who just happens to be gay.
A Little Bit Of Everything
Finals week is approaching – next week – and it looks like I’m going into it with very good standing. Most classes, I can bomb the final and still make an A. In fact, this semester may be the first (and probably last) time I get a 4.0! At the beginning, I never imagined that. My life was a wreck, and concentration was something I didn’t possess. I expected this semester to be the worst so far.
But, I picked my shit up and made my way through it. I hate what I went through, but looking back, it’s made me a better person in so many ways. I had my own little Enlightenment in my life this semester.
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My brother will be getting a new vehicle this week or next – a Jeep. How gay is that? He’s trading his V8 truck in for a V6 Jeep?! What the fuck is wrong with him?
I’m just kidding. I actually like the new Jeeps but wouldn’t really care to own one and use it as a daily driver like he will. Oh well. I’ve got my car so it doesn’t matter.
I did see a list of the gayest vehicles one time and the Jeep was on it. That I’m not kidding about. I’ve always had my suspicions anyway… =)
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Yeah, the traffic camera job... it didn’t work out. I would have had to work random shifts which would be impossible to do and go to college at the same time. So, I’ve got to look elsewhere.
I need a job soon though, so I can pay off my loan quicker (surprised I even got a loan without having a job). Plus, I seem to have developed a bad shopping habit. Just about an hour ago, I went to Target and spent almost $50… and that’s not the first time it’s happened. I guess I suddenly realized I had a little bit of money and could spend it. I need to stop before I go broke!
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It’s kind of strange and frustrating how my dad acts sometimes. Just this past Sunday, I drove my truck to church, and my parents had to ride back with me.
My dad and I went to the truck after church was over and waited for my mom to come out (she has to talk to everyone). I was in a hurry since the sermon ran late (and boring) and I had a million things to do before I went to bed.
The truck has a bench seat. My dad was sitting on the passenger side, and I was, of course, behind the wheel. My mom finally comes out, and I tell my dad to just move over on the seat so she can get in. He says no and that that wouldn’t look right. What the fuck? Homophobe. You’re afraid to sit by your own damn son because it may not “look right”? That, my friends, is sad.
This isn’t the first time this has happened either. The roles have been reversed where I was the one moving over. Despite his objections to that, I did it anyway. I don’t care what other people think, especially people I don’t know and probably never will know. Someone is not very secure with their own sexuality.
But on this occasion, it was at night and out in the country (the others were in the daytime and in the city in my dad’s truck). We met maybe two or three other vehicles on the way home. Besides, it’s not easy to see inside most vehicles you meet on the highway at night anyway.
He needs to get over himself and stopping worrying about shit like that. I wonder if he does this at work too when all the guys have to ride together in a truck. That would make it even worse if he didn’t – worrying about sitting too close to his son almost 35 years his junior rather than sitting close to horny men around his age. Which is gayer? I bet he’ll be floored when I come out unless this whole situation came about because he already knows the truth.
But, I picked my shit up and made my way through it. I hate what I went through, but looking back, it’s made me a better person in so many ways. I had my own little Enlightenment in my life this semester.
-- -- -- -- --
My brother will be getting a new vehicle this week or next – a Jeep. How gay is that? He’s trading his V8 truck in for a V6 Jeep?! What the fuck is wrong with him?
I’m just kidding. I actually like the new Jeeps but wouldn’t really care to own one and use it as a daily driver like he will. Oh well. I’ve got my car so it doesn’t matter.
I did see a list of the gayest vehicles one time and the Jeep was on it. That I’m not kidding about. I’ve always had my suspicions anyway… =)
-- -- -- -- --
Yeah, the traffic camera job... it didn’t work out. I would have had to work random shifts which would be impossible to do and go to college at the same time. So, I’ve got to look elsewhere.
I need a job soon though, so I can pay off my loan quicker (surprised I even got a loan without having a job). Plus, I seem to have developed a bad shopping habit. Just about an hour ago, I went to Target and spent almost $50… and that’s not the first time it’s happened. I guess I suddenly realized I had a little bit of money and could spend it. I need to stop before I go broke!
-- -- -- -- --
It’s kind of strange and frustrating how my dad acts sometimes. Just this past Sunday, I drove my truck to church, and my parents had to ride back with me.
My dad and I went to the truck after church was over and waited for my mom to come out (she has to talk to everyone). I was in a hurry since the sermon ran late (and boring) and I had a million things to do before I went to bed.
The truck has a bench seat. My dad was sitting on the passenger side, and I was, of course, behind the wheel. My mom finally comes out, and I tell my dad to just move over on the seat so she can get in. He says no and that that wouldn’t look right. What the fuck? Homophobe. You’re afraid to sit by your own damn son because it may not “look right”? That, my friends, is sad.
This isn’t the first time this has happened either. The roles have been reversed where I was the one moving over. Despite his objections to that, I did it anyway. I don’t care what other people think, especially people I don’t know and probably never will know. Someone is not very secure with their own sexuality.
But on this occasion, it was at night and out in the country (the others were in the daytime and in the city in my dad’s truck). We met maybe two or three other vehicles on the way home. Besides, it’s not easy to see inside most vehicles you meet on the highway at night anyway.
He needs to get over himself and stopping worrying about shit like that. I wonder if he does this at work too when all the guys have to ride together in a truck. That would make it even worse if he didn’t – worrying about sitting too close to his son almost 35 years his junior rather than sitting close to horny men around his age. Which is gayer? I bet he’ll be floored when I come out unless this whole situation came about because he already knows the truth.
Tuesday, December 05, 2006
Reunited
After over three months, I finally went to visit my friends at their apartment. I feel bad that it’s been that long. I really do. But, I had to get away and be alone for a while to figure myself out.
In three months, few things have change with them. It’s me who has changed. N has a new car, but other than that, she’s the same old know-me-like-the-back-of-her-hand N. We resumed our close bond like we never were apart. If I were straight, N would be the girl I was after. Not because she has money and looks smokin’ all the time but because of the amazing relationship we have with each other (that begs the question of would it be any different if I was straight… probably would be). I think we were somehow separated at birth… not sure how to explain how she turned out black and me white though. AP has moved up even higher at her job, and she’s still as fun as ever to be around (she said she felt like she didn’t even know me anymore since it’s been so long). AG hasn’t changed a bit. Still a dork.
They may not have noticed, but I have changed a great deal since I last visited them. It’s usually not noticeable at first. My personality, attitude, confidence, self-esteem, self-image, and general outlook on life have changed. All within about three months. But on the surface, I’m still the same. N probably noticed. AP and AG didn’t – they don’t know me like N does to notice a change.
Back to N and me, I have to say I love N. Not in a romantic way but as a friend. Just being around her makes me feel better. I feel comfortable just being myself and talking about or doing anything even though I never have come out to her (probably don’t need to – she can read my mind). It kind of scares me knowing she will be moving to a different college after next fall. I may lose the greatest friend I’ve ever had.
Anyway, N and I talked about going out to celebrate the end of the semester. We’ve made plans to do something similar in the past, but nothing ever happened. Hopefully, we can make this happen.
I regret ever ditching my friends just to be alone, but nobody makes the right decisions all the time. I’ve learned never to leave your friends behind and found out how great my friends really are. Even though they can get on my nerves at times (well not N), they are some of the greatest people I have met in my life. I hope I never lose them. I don’t know what I would do if I did.
In three months, few things have change with them. It’s me who has changed. N has a new car, but other than that, she’s the same old know-me-like-the-back-of-her-hand N. We resumed our close bond like we never were apart. If I were straight, N would be the girl I was after. Not because she has money and looks smokin’ all the time but because of the amazing relationship we have with each other (that begs the question of would it be any different if I was straight… probably would be). I think we were somehow separated at birth… not sure how to explain how she turned out black and me white though. AP has moved up even higher at her job, and she’s still as fun as ever to be around (she said she felt like she didn’t even know me anymore since it’s been so long). AG hasn’t changed a bit. Still a dork.
They may not have noticed, but I have changed a great deal since I last visited them. It’s usually not noticeable at first. My personality, attitude, confidence, self-esteem, self-image, and general outlook on life have changed. All within about three months. But on the surface, I’m still the same. N probably noticed. AP and AG didn’t – they don’t know me like N does to notice a change.
Back to N and me, I have to say I love N. Not in a romantic way but as a friend. Just being around her makes me feel better. I feel comfortable just being myself and talking about or doing anything even though I never have come out to her (probably don’t need to – she can read my mind). It kind of scares me knowing she will be moving to a different college after next fall. I may lose the greatest friend I’ve ever had.
Anyway, N and I talked about going out to celebrate the end of the semester. We’ve made plans to do something similar in the past, but nothing ever happened. Hopefully, we can make this happen.
I regret ever ditching my friends just to be alone, but nobody makes the right decisions all the time. I’ve learned never to leave your friends behind and found out how great my friends really are. Even though they can get on my nerves at times (well not N), they are some of the greatest people I have met in my life. I hope I never lose them. I don’t know what I would do if I did.
Saturday, December 02, 2006
Not Today
Nothing happened. I probably would have if it weren’t for all the bitching. My parents – both of them – have done nothing but bitch all fucking day long. And it’s about to drive me crazy. My mom’s still on her emotional tirade (how long does PMS last?), busting out with tears at random times and going from happy-go-lucky to down in the dumps in two seconds. I think she’s on the verge of an emotional breakdown. I try to cheer her up, but the constant bitchfest coming from her pushes me away. I love her, but she lets people push her over too easily. She never stands up for herself. And, she takes it out on us with nonstop bitching, crying, and moping around the house. It makes me want to scream and beat my head on the wall.
So, today wasn’t really the day after all. Tomorrow, I don’t know. I’m going to try to be gone most of the day (see escape the bitching). If my cousins are home, I’ll probably go visit them. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with them anyway. Hell, I may just drive around to waste time. Almost anything’s better than being subjected to the bitching at home. The desire to move out has never been stronger.
So, today wasn’t really the day after all. Tomorrow, I don’t know. I’m going to try to be gone most of the day (see escape the bitching). If my cousins are home, I’ll probably go visit them. It’s been a while since I’ve hung out with them anyway. Hell, I may just drive around to waste time. Almost anything’s better than being subjected to the bitching at home. The desire to move out has never been stronger.
The Day
I think today may be the day. I'll keep you posted if anything happens (if I'm not thrown out of the house). I hope everything goes well if I do spill my guts. I'm scared to death, because I woke up this morning with the feeling that today was just the day. Maybe it is and I can get this shit off my chest.
Thursday, November 30, 2006
Leaf Drifting
My dad brought me to class today… in my car. Problem is I left my cell phone in the car when I got out. And, he left with the car to go to a doctor’s appointment. I have no way to call him, and we didn’t make arrangement about where to pick me up after I get out of class (he’s clueless on campus, too – he actually drives the speed limit…). Not sure what I’ll do. I may have to drop in to one of the department offices and ask to use their phone. As for why he rode with me, there’s his doctor’s appointment, plus I have to go get a scratch on my car fixed today. He thinks I can’t do that by myself.
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I went to Target yesterday. I love Target! They scored well on the HRC buying guide, too (not that I use that to base my shopping on – don’t have time to consult a guide when I’m shopping for something – but I just noticed it faired well). I really don’t know what I went in looking for – I just wanted to get away from campus – but I walked out with a couple of shirts and that Pink CD I’ve been wanting for a while now (they finally had it). I looked at some jeans, and I needed to have looked for some shoes, a few long-sleeve shirts (I have almost none), and a watch. I’m going back tomorrow if the weather is okay.
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Most of the leaves on the trees have fallen. Our yard is covered with them. So, you know what that means? Leaf drifting on the four-wheeler!
No matter what kind of mood I’m in, leaf drifting always gets me smiling and laughing. It’s just so much fun! Yes, I look like an idiot riding the four-wheeler laughing at seemingly nothing while I’m sliding all over our yard, but who gives a fuck? I’m having fun! And loads of it! That’s the country boy way of fun. Those city folk are just missing out.
NOTE: If you ever attempt this, make sure four-wheeler is rear wheel drive and not four wheel drive. Four wheel drive will just understeer through the leaves which is no fun (just kind of scary at times). For proper technique, go full throttle into large area covered with leaves and free of any obstacles (unless advanced leaf drifter). Start turning slightly and rear end should start to swing around, tightening your curve. Sometimes, rear end may need a rather quick steering input to break loose. If excessive oversteer exists, steer in the opposite direction of the slide to correct but stay on throttle. Straighten steering with throttle still applied to bring the rear end back in line. During the entire slide, never let off the throttle unless you slide out of leaves and tires regain grip in dirt (in which case, let off throttle and straighten steering). Congratulations! You have just learned to leaf drift.
Now, go try that and come back to tell me how it was. You know you want to. You know it’ll be fun. I can guarantee that.
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I went to Target yesterday. I love Target! They scored well on the HRC buying guide, too (not that I use that to base my shopping on – don’t have time to consult a guide when I’m shopping for something – but I just noticed it faired well). I really don’t know what I went in looking for – I just wanted to get away from campus – but I walked out with a couple of shirts and that Pink CD I’ve been wanting for a while now (they finally had it). I looked at some jeans, and I needed to have looked for some shoes, a few long-sleeve shirts (I have almost none), and a watch. I’m going back tomorrow if the weather is okay.
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Most of the leaves on the trees have fallen. Our yard is covered with them. So, you know what that means? Leaf drifting on the four-wheeler!
No matter what kind of mood I’m in, leaf drifting always gets me smiling and laughing. It’s just so much fun! Yes, I look like an idiot riding the four-wheeler laughing at seemingly nothing while I’m sliding all over our yard, but who gives a fuck? I’m having fun! And loads of it! That’s the country boy way of fun. Those city folk are just missing out.
NOTE: If you ever attempt this, make sure four-wheeler is rear wheel drive and not four wheel drive. Four wheel drive will just understeer through the leaves which is no fun (just kind of scary at times). For proper technique, go full throttle into large area covered with leaves and free of any obstacles (unless advanced leaf drifter). Start turning slightly and rear end should start to swing around, tightening your curve. Sometimes, rear end may need a rather quick steering input to break loose. If excessive oversteer exists, steer in the opposite direction of the slide to correct but stay on throttle. Straighten steering with throttle still applied to bring the rear end back in line. During the entire slide, never let off the throttle unless you slide out of leaves and tires regain grip in dirt (in which case, let off throttle and straighten steering). Congratulations! You have just learned to leaf drift.
Now, go try that and come back to tell me how it was. You know you want to. You know it’ll be fun. I can guarantee that.
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Ranting
Today, my mom was doing one of her emotional rants filled to the brim with crying, frustration, and the usual hesitations as she thinks of an allowed replacement for a cuss word*. But while she was going full-steam in rant mode, I couldn’t think of anything except saying “well, I guess this wouldn’t be a good time to tell you I’m gay.” Just thinking about that makes me laugh.
Seeing my mom’s rant makes me glad I’m gay. Women are just too damn emotional! There’s no way I could even fake a straight relationship with a girl. I. Would. Go. In. Sane. I just couldn’t do it. Friends, yeah. Relationship, hell no. Of course, what do I know… I haven’t even been in any relationship.
* I’ve never understood that – whether you say shoot/shit or anything of the like, they both mean the same thing if used in the same context, so why is one considered worse than the other?
Seeing my mom’s rant makes me glad I’m gay. Women are just too damn emotional! There’s no way I could even fake a straight relationship with a girl. I. Would. Go. In. Sane. I just couldn’t do it. Friends, yeah. Relationship, hell no. Of course, what do I know… I haven’t even been in any relationship.
* I’ve never understood that – whether you say shoot/shit or anything of the like, they both mean the same thing if used in the same context, so why is one considered worse than the other?
Tuesday, November 28, 2006
Touchy Throttle
So far, I’ve found only one problem with my new car, and it’s just something I’ll have to get used to over time. The throttle is crazy sensitive right off idle. Every time I take off, the car lunges forward since I’m used to a car that requires some muscle to push the accelerator or requires playing with an additional pedal. The Mustang I drove several months back was the same way. I’ve heard this is a trick the domestics use to make the car appear to have more power than it actually does. For me, it just makes driving it a little awkward.
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On to more personal things, I’ve been contemplating a “coming out speech” in my head. It sounds pretty good to me, but I’ll forget every bit of it when – or if – I actually do come out. I could use note cards and make a Powerpoint! ;)
Regardless, the time is coming and coming fast. I can sense it just around the corner, and it quite frankly scares the shit out of me. But, I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to. (Why do I get the feeling I’ve said this before?)
On a different note, I’ve been working out – if you want to call it that – fairly consistently each night. And, I can tell the difference. My weight has taken a sizable drop and began to level off. My arms show a noticeable change, and my back and posture have improved. I’m satisfied with the results thus far, but I still need to join a gym to get a true full body workout.
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I may finally be getting a job. My dad found out about a part-time job watching traffic cameras. Exciting, I know. But, I may have time to do homework while I’m at work. Plus, the pay is around $10 an hour. Damn! I’m all for it. The only problem is fitting work in with my class schedule. They would not be flexible enough to work around my classes; my classes would have to work around them. This is not your typical college student job anyway.
If I snagged that job, I would probably have no problem convincing my parents I need an apartment near campus. Yes, I have a loan for my car now (it’s open and not too terribly much). But with that job and a sharp decrease in my gas bill thanks to a much shorter drive, I think I could afford rent. I may not have electricity or cable, but hey, I could at least pay the rent!
What would make things better is if I had someone to share an apartment (and rent and bills) with. Finding a long-term boyfriend to get an apartment with would be great (split bills plus kicking it anytime, anywhere we want), but that ain’t gonna happen. The idea that keeps resonating in my mind probably isn’t a great idea but would be the one most likely to work. Get an apartment with my brother. He graduates in December, and he’s pretty much got a job not far from campus. Yes, we would clash, but it just may work. He needs to move out of my parents’ house anyway (and so do I).
He would be a little snitch though. Everything I did or said would find its way back to my parents. And, I know I would be cussing all the time. Of course, I’ve got him there. I would be worried about when I go out or who I brought back to the apartment getting back to them. But, he’s got his dirty little secrets too that would come out. I would be willing to keep his, but I don’t know what he would do with mine.
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The end of the semester is only a couple of weeks away. And as it goes so too probably goes the guy in my history class. But, I noticed last class he sat closer to me. He even looked directly at me! Maybe there’s hope after all. Maybe destiny would have me getting an apartment with him. Maybe my dreams would come true. Maybe I would finally be with the guy in my history class. Maybe I would stop all this maybe shit.
The optimist and dreamer in me hopes that would happen, but the realist in me notes I don’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that ever happening. I hate reality! It just sucks.
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Today’s a depressing, overcast, warm, muggy day. It’s not your typical late November day. Lately, it gets cold for a few days then we have a week or longer warm streak. I’m ready for it to just get cold and stay cold. I love cold weather, and we haven’t really had any yet… at least not consistently. It appears my wishes may be fulfilled later this week.
Anyway, I hope you have a great, warm or cold – whichever you prefer – day. I’ll probably have something new (or recycled) Thursday if not tomorrow. See ya then!
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On to more personal things, I’ve been contemplating a “coming out speech” in my head. It sounds pretty good to me, but I’ll forget every bit of it when – or if – I actually do come out. I could use note cards and make a Powerpoint! ;)
Regardless, the time is coming and coming fast. I can sense it just around the corner, and it quite frankly scares the shit out of me. But, I’ve got to do it. I’ve got to. (Why do I get the feeling I’ve said this before?)
On a different note, I’ve been working out – if you want to call it that – fairly consistently each night. And, I can tell the difference. My weight has taken a sizable drop and began to level off. My arms show a noticeable change, and my back and posture have improved. I’m satisfied with the results thus far, but I still need to join a gym to get a true full body workout.
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I may finally be getting a job. My dad found out about a part-time job watching traffic cameras. Exciting, I know. But, I may have time to do homework while I’m at work. Plus, the pay is around $10 an hour. Damn! I’m all for it. The only problem is fitting work in with my class schedule. They would not be flexible enough to work around my classes; my classes would have to work around them. This is not your typical college student job anyway.
If I snagged that job, I would probably have no problem convincing my parents I need an apartment near campus. Yes, I have a loan for my car now (it’s open and not too terribly much). But with that job and a sharp decrease in my gas bill thanks to a much shorter drive, I think I could afford rent. I may not have electricity or cable, but hey, I could at least pay the rent!
What would make things better is if I had someone to share an apartment (and rent and bills) with. Finding a long-term boyfriend to get an apartment with would be great (split bills plus kicking it anytime, anywhere we want), but that ain’t gonna happen. The idea that keeps resonating in my mind probably isn’t a great idea but would be the one most likely to work. Get an apartment with my brother. He graduates in December, and he’s pretty much got a job not far from campus. Yes, we would clash, but it just may work. He needs to move out of my parents’ house anyway (and so do I).
He would be a little snitch though. Everything I did or said would find its way back to my parents. And, I know I would be cussing all the time. Of course, I’ve got him there. I would be worried about when I go out or who I brought back to the apartment getting back to them. But, he’s got his dirty little secrets too that would come out. I would be willing to keep his, but I don’t know what he would do with mine.
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The end of the semester is only a couple of weeks away. And as it goes so too probably goes the guy in my history class. But, I noticed last class he sat closer to me. He even looked directly at me! Maybe there’s hope after all. Maybe destiny would have me getting an apartment with him. Maybe my dreams would come true. Maybe I would finally be with the guy in my history class. Maybe I would stop all this maybe shit.
The optimist and dreamer in me hopes that would happen, but the realist in me notes I don’t a snowball’s chance in hell of that ever happening. I hate reality! It just sucks.
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Today’s a depressing, overcast, warm, muggy day. It’s not your typical late November day. Lately, it gets cold for a few days then we have a week or longer warm streak. I’m ready for it to just get cold and stay cold. I love cold weather, and we haven’t really had any yet… at least not consistently. It appears my wishes may be fulfilled later this week.
Anyway, I hope you have a great, warm or cold – whichever you prefer – day. I’ll probably have something new (or recycled) Thursday if not tomorrow. See ya then!
Friday, November 24, 2006
New Car
It’s finally over. I got a new car today. Well actually, it’s used, but it’s new to me.
I love the car! It has so many little, unexpected things (example: the driver’s side door unlocking when you take the key out). I can tell already that my eyes will be on the driver info display more than they will be on the road. Got to make sure I’m getting good gas mileage! Speaking of that, it’s got a torque-happy V6 that gets the gas mileage of a 4-cylinder.
I just got back from taking it for a nighttime stroll. Those red lights covering the dash look great! It’s a big, heavy car, but it’s amazingly fun to drive. And, the seats are awesome. They’re soft with the perfect touch of firmness and hug you when you sit in them. The stock sound system is good enough to suit my needs. The steering wheel is fat and fits almost perfectly in my hand (though not as good as my Focus’ small super-fat wheel did), plus it has all the audio controls on it. The gauges are gigantic and insanely easy to read. All the controls are close and easy to reach. The automatic climate control works much better and more conspicuously than the one in the Fusion did (all of a sudden, WHOOSH!!! – scared the living shit out of me the first time it did that). Overall, it’s a great car.
If you had told me when I started looking for a new car that I would have the car I have now and love it as much as I do, I would have thought you were crazy. I never expected to end up in the car I did. It’s not exactly the car most people would picture me driving anyway… most people my age wouldn’t want to be caught dead in one (they’re just missing out). But, I fell in love with it the minute I sat in it… driving it only reaffirmed my love affair with it. That sleek roofline didn’t hurt either. I just love this car!
Besides, it’s only a distant cousin of the GTO… but with four doors, front-wheel drive, and a V6.
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By the way, I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I know I did! I didn’t eat too much either. I only gained half a pound. It probably would have been more if my aunt had cooked the turkey all the way. Oh well. I still had fun hanging with my family and joining everyone else in avoiding my grandpa’s hunting stories. The only thing that would have made it better was if we had gotten a Rook game going. Oh yeah.
I love the car! It has so many little, unexpected things (example: the driver’s side door unlocking when you take the key out). I can tell already that my eyes will be on the driver info display more than they will be on the road. Got to make sure I’m getting good gas mileage! Speaking of that, it’s got a torque-happy V6 that gets the gas mileage of a 4-cylinder.
I just got back from taking it for a nighttime stroll. Those red lights covering the dash look great! It’s a big, heavy car, but it’s amazingly fun to drive. And, the seats are awesome. They’re soft with the perfect touch of firmness and hug you when you sit in them. The stock sound system is good enough to suit my needs. The steering wheel is fat and fits almost perfectly in my hand (though not as good as my Focus’ small super-fat wheel did), plus it has all the audio controls on it. The gauges are gigantic and insanely easy to read. All the controls are close and easy to reach. The automatic climate control works much better and more conspicuously than the one in the Fusion did (all of a sudden, WHOOSH!!! – scared the living shit out of me the first time it did that). Overall, it’s a great car.
If you had told me when I started looking for a new car that I would have the car I have now and love it as much as I do, I would have thought you were crazy. I never expected to end up in the car I did. It’s not exactly the car most people would picture me driving anyway… most people my age wouldn’t want to be caught dead in one (they’re just missing out). But, I fell in love with it the minute I sat in it… driving it only reaffirmed my love affair with it. That sleek roofline didn’t hurt either. I just love this car!
Besides, it’s only a distant cousin of the GTO… but with four doors, front-wheel drive, and a V6.
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By the way, I hope everyone had a great Thanksgiving! I know I did! I didn’t eat too much either. I only gained half a pound. It probably would have been more if my aunt had cooked the turkey all the way. Oh well. I still had fun hanging with my family and joining everyone else in avoiding my grandpa’s hunting stories. The only thing that would have made it better was if we had gotten a Rook game going. Oh yeah.
Tuesday, November 21, 2006
Turkey Time!
Well, it’s almost Thanksgiving! We all know what that means – eating too much and worrying where those extra pounds will show up. I’ll try to have some constraint this year. No desserts. Unless my grandma cooks a coconut cake. Or a pecan pie. Or… oh, fuck it. Just when my weight was starting to stabilize, too.
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Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I’ve been busy with other things. And no, I haven’t put myself on any dating sites yet. Or come out (the goal, remember, was by Christmas anyway).
I’ve been checking on a different car (it’s always fun dealing with salesmen). I just turned down a deal on a sweet fully loaded Fusion because they were trying to rape me on my trade-in (big surprise). Admittedly, my trade-in isn’t worth much, but it is worth more than they were giving for it – and I bought the damn car from this dealership (never again though, they can kiss my white, hairy ass). So, I’m off to look at more cars after my next class is over (I have a test, wish me luck!). Hopefully, I can find a car soon. This is driving me crazy.
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I probably won’t post anything else till after Thanksgiving, so I hope you have a great one! Just remember to exercise and get those extra pounds off quick – in a month, we’ll be doing this all over again.
Have fun with your family and friends or whoever you’re spending the holiday with and stay safe!
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Sorry about the lack of posts lately. I’ve been busy with other things. And no, I haven’t put myself on any dating sites yet. Or come out (the goal, remember, was by Christmas anyway).
I’ve been checking on a different car (it’s always fun dealing with salesmen). I just turned down a deal on a sweet fully loaded Fusion because they were trying to rape me on my trade-in (big surprise). Admittedly, my trade-in isn’t worth much, but it is worth more than they were giving for it – and I bought the damn car from this dealership (never again though, they can kiss my white, hairy ass). So, I’m off to look at more cars after my next class is over (I have a test, wish me luck!). Hopefully, I can find a car soon. This is driving me crazy.
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I probably won’t post anything else till after Thanksgiving, so I hope you have a great one! Just remember to exercise and get those extra pounds off quick – in a month, we’ll be doing this all over again.
Have fun with your family and friends or whoever you’re spending the holiday with and stay safe!
Thursday, November 16, 2006
Confessions
Ah, blogging during class. I’ve got to do something to pass the time, don’t I? But, I’ve got to admit something – I usually write out most of these, type them when I get home, then postdate them when I put them up later. I know. I’m a bad, bad person.
Sometimes, things will change as it goes from paper to computer. It depends on how my mood has changed or what has happened since I wrote it (several days can pass before I actually get around to posting it). In fact, I’ve got an entry from Tuesday that still needs to be typed and posted (that is if I decide to post it). I usually try to get things posted as soon as possible, but shit happens. I get distracted, and the last thing on my mind is posting something to my blog for no one to read. And, there are many entries I’ve written that have never made it up here for reasons ranging from me deeming them inappropriate to me just being too lazy to type them.
Not all are written down though. Most in the morning during the week – those I write during class or common hour – see paper first (including this very entry); those later in the day or on weekends go straight to digital form.
I’m sure you really cared to know all that. Hmm… what else could I bore you with?
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I think I may finally resort to the internet to find a date. I’ve never wanted to do that but just sitting here is getting me nowhere.
I’ve always been afraid to do the internet dating thing. It doesn’t seem like it would work. But, I’m willing to give it a try. Hopefully, I won’t get burned in the process.
I’ll see how it goes. And as always, I’ll keep you up-to-date on whatever happens. I know you’ll be sitting in front of your computer screens refreshing the page ten times a minute anxiously awaiting a report back from me on the matter.
Have fun and here’s to a great day!
Sometimes, things will change as it goes from paper to computer. It depends on how my mood has changed or what has happened since I wrote it (several days can pass before I actually get around to posting it). In fact, I’ve got an entry from Tuesday that still needs to be typed and posted (that is if I decide to post it). I usually try to get things posted as soon as possible, but shit happens. I get distracted, and the last thing on my mind is posting something to my blog for no one to read. And, there are many entries I’ve written that have never made it up here for reasons ranging from me deeming them inappropriate to me just being too lazy to type them.
Not all are written down though. Most in the morning during the week – those I write during class or common hour – see paper first (including this very entry); those later in the day or on weekends go straight to digital form.
I’m sure you really cared to know all that. Hmm… what else could I bore you with?
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I think I may finally resort to the internet to find a date. I’ve never wanted to do that but just sitting here is getting me nowhere.
I’ve always been afraid to do the internet dating thing. It doesn’t seem like it would work. But, I’m willing to give it a try. Hopefully, I won’t get burned in the process.
I’ll see how it goes. And as always, I’ll keep you up-to-date on whatever happens. I know you’ll be sitting in front of your computer screens refreshing the page ten times a minute anxiously awaiting a report back from me on the matter.
Have fun and here’s to a great day!
Thursday, November 09, 2006
My Morning
~12:05 AM: I climb into bed after washing my face and taking the transparent pieces of sandpaper many call contacts out of my eyes. As usual, I lie on my back for about 30 minutes as my mind reviews the day, contemplates the normal things, and wishes I had someone lying beside me in bed. Slowly and without noticing, those thoughts exit my mind and I drift off into a deep sleep.
6:45 AM: My cell phone alarm starts blaring. Half asleep, I almost fall out of bed clawing at my nightstand for the damn phone, wanting to throw it against the wall just to shut it up.
My fingers quickly find the button on the side of the phone that silences the alarm. I grab the phone and fall back into to my little hole in the bed, not wanting to get up. Thoughts of skipping my 9:00 class and sleeping late flood my mind.
“I never pay any attention in that class anyway,” I rationalize. “We’re not going over anything new, just the same-old, same-old.”
I flip open my phone, which I was still holding in my hand for some reason, and adjust the alarm. I toss the phone on the shelf over my bed as my eye lids begin their descent.
~8:00 AM: I awake to… something. I look at the clock and with a sigh my head meets my pillow again.
8:45 AM: My ears fill with that all too familiar noise emitting from my phone. Too out of it to realize the sound is coming from overhead, my hand shoots for the nightstand only to be redirected when my mind remembers the phone isn’t there.
I lie back on the bed for a few minutes staring up at the ceiling, knowing I have to get up now. I can’t miss my other class, even though it’s the one I dream of skipping despite the guy in my history being in there.
So, I crawl out of bed and go pee. While in the bathroom, I step on the scales. Wow! 146 – look at me! I’ve only lost weight in my arms and legs though – my belly hasn’t gone anywhere despite the low number for my height and build. Then, I do my customary admiring-my-ass-in-the-mirror routine. Hot stuff!
I go about the rest of my drawn-out morning slowly waking up and getting ready to face the world.
9:56 AM: Finally ready, I prance out to my car and embark on my 50 minute journey to class. I fight over whether to drive fast, get there quicker, get there way too early, and risk getting pulled over or take it easy, drive for a longer amount of time, get there just a little early, and not have to worry much about any flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I eventually decide to take it easy since there have been many cops – including state troopers – prowling the road I spend the most time on.
My radio thumping and my mouth running occasionally, the tedious drive passes fairly quickly… but not quickly enough.
10:49 AM: After almost getting side-swiped yet again, I make it to the campus parking lot and pull into a random spot. I’ve never been one to circle the lot for 20 minutes waiting for that perfect spot near the building. I have legs and they work. I can walk. I need the exercise.
What cracks me up are the people who do circle the parking lot looking for a close spot. Is it me or do they always seem to be fat people who need to be walking anyway? Park in the farthest spot out – you may lose a pound or two.
11:21 AM: I look down at my watch. I’m starting to worry. The class was supposed to start at 11:15, and the professor isn’t here yet. Don’t tell me I drove up here for nothing! He had better show up or I’m hunting his ass down.
To make matters worse, the guy in my history class is not here. No one to look at to occupy my time…
11:22 AM: THERE HE IS!! Thank you! Most students probably want the professor to skip, but I don’t. I drive too far to have the professor not show up.
For the next hour, I write two and a half pages of notes about European rulers who I don’t give a rat’s ass about at the moment. I have much bigger concerns occupying my thoughts. Those will have to be dealt with later though. For now, I just have to get the pain in my hand to stop.
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So, that was my morning. Not a typical morning – I rarely skip class to sleep in – but, nevertheless, it was my morning today.
6:45 AM: My cell phone alarm starts blaring. Half asleep, I almost fall out of bed clawing at my nightstand for the damn phone, wanting to throw it against the wall just to shut it up.
My fingers quickly find the button on the side of the phone that silences the alarm. I grab the phone and fall back into to my little hole in the bed, not wanting to get up. Thoughts of skipping my 9:00 class and sleeping late flood my mind.
“I never pay any attention in that class anyway,” I rationalize. “We’re not going over anything new, just the same-old, same-old.”
I flip open my phone, which I was still holding in my hand for some reason, and adjust the alarm. I toss the phone on the shelf over my bed as my eye lids begin their descent.
~8:00 AM: I awake to… something. I look at the clock and with a sigh my head meets my pillow again.
8:45 AM: My ears fill with that all too familiar noise emitting from my phone. Too out of it to realize the sound is coming from overhead, my hand shoots for the nightstand only to be redirected when my mind remembers the phone isn’t there.
I lie back on the bed for a few minutes staring up at the ceiling, knowing I have to get up now. I can’t miss my other class, even though it’s the one I dream of skipping despite the guy in my history being in there.
So, I crawl out of bed and go pee. While in the bathroom, I step on the scales. Wow! 146 – look at me! I’ve only lost weight in my arms and legs though – my belly hasn’t gone anywhere despite the low number for my height and build. Then, I do my customary admiring-my-ass-in-the-mirror routine. Hot stuff!
I go about the rest of my drawn-out morning slowly waking up and getting ready to face the world.
9:56 AM: Finally ready, I prance out to my car and embark on my 50 minute journey to class. I fight over whether to drive fast, get there quicker, get there way too early, and risk getting pulled over or take it easy, drive for a longer amount of time, get there just a little early, and not have to worry much about any flashing lights in my rearview mirror. I eventually decide to take it easy since there have been many cops – including state troopers – prowling the road I spend the most time on.
My radio thumping and my mouth running occasionally, the tedious drive passes fairly quickly… but not quickly enough.
10:49 AM: After almost getting side-swiped yet again, I make it to the campus parking lot and pull into a random spot. I’ve never been one to circle the lot for 20 minutes waiting for that perfect spot near the building. I have legs and they work. I can walk. I need the exercise.
What cracks me up are the people who do circle the parking lot looking for a close spot. Is it me or do they always seem to be fat people who need to be walking anyway? Park in the farthest spot out – you may lose a pound or two.
11:21 AM: I look down at my watch. I’m starting to worry. The class was supposed to start at 11:15, and the professor isn’t here yet. Don’t tell me I drove up here for nothing! He had better show up or I’m hunting his ass down.
To make matters worse, the guy in my history class is not here. No one to look at to occupy my time…
11:22 AM: THERE HE IS!! Thank you! Most students probably want the professor to skip, but I don’t. I drive too far to have the professor not show up.
For the next hour, I write two and a half pages of notes about European rulers who I don’t give a rat’s ass about at the moment. I have much bigger concerns occupying my thoughts. Those will have to be dealt with later though. For now, I just have to get the pain in my hand to stop.
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So, that was my morning. Not a typical morning – I rarely skip class to sleep in – but, nevertheless, it was my morning today.
Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Let Me Steal Your Number And Put It In My Purse
Today, K gave me her cell phone number. And I, of course, gave her mine, too, following that. She said it was in case one of us couldn’t make it to class we could call the other and have them sign the roll sheet. You can get in deep shit over that, so I’m not too crazy about the idea of it.
K and I have gotten pretty close over the semester. So close, I’m thinking about asking if she wants to go out some time. Next Friday maybe? She’s definitely a candidate.
I hope she doesn’t think there’s anything special going on between us. I have a bad habit of making it seem that way only to crush their hearts when I run from them after they start making advances. It’s been awhile since I’ve broken a girl’s heart though. I don’t want to do it again (however I’ll admit to enjoying it in a cynical way at times).
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I went to Target today and, for the first time, walked out with nothing. Nothing.
I couldn’t find anything I needed. I went in looking for some dumbbells. They didn’t have any. For a Pink CD. They didn’t have it. For several books. They didn’t have any of them.
So, I left. With nothing.
I didn’t expect them to have many, if any, dumbbells, but I kind of expected them to have the CD and at least one of the books (they weren’t too off-the-wall). Oh well. I would have gone to Academy Sports or the mall instead, but I didn’t have the time or patience to deal with the road construction around that area. I had about an hour before my next class started, so I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in traffic while they took 30 minutes to move a roller to the other side of the road. Ah, progressive.
I always feel a little strange going into stores. I look like I’ve got my pockets stuffed with shit I’m trying to steal. I have my keys and cell phone in one of the front pockets. It looks like I’m rocking a very twisted hard-on. My checkbook usually goes in the other pocket. It makes it look like a big rectangular slab has grown on the side of my leg. I expect five cops to jump out of… somewhere when I’m leaving a store and strip search me (I would only agree if they do it too). But, different pants have different effects. Some are much better than others. My tighter-fitting pants – my butt pants – oddly seem to do better than the loose/baggy ones. Unfortunately, I was wearing one of my baggy pants today (they do a horrible job of showing off my ass too).
I guess I just need to get a purse!
K and I have gotten pretty close over the semester. So close, I’m thinking about asking if she wants to go out some time. Next Friday maybe? She’s definitely a candidate.
I hope she doesn’t think there’s anything special going on between us. I have a bad habit of making it seem that way only to crush their hearts when I run from them after they start making advances. It’s been awhile since I’ve broken a girl’s heart though. I don’t want to do it again (however I’ll admit to enjoying it in a cynical way at times).
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I went to Target today and, for the first time, walked out with nothing. Nothing.
I couldn’t find anything I needed. I went in looking for some dumbbells. They didn’t have any. For a Pink CD. They didn’t have it. For several books. They didn’t have any of them.
So, I left. With nothing.
I didn’t expect them to have many, if any, dumbbells, but I kind of expected them to have the CD and at least one of the books (they weren’t too off-the-wall). Oh well. I would have gone to Academy Sports or the mall instead, but I didn’t have the time or patience to deal with the road construction around that area. I had about an hour before my next class started, so I didn’t want to risk getting stuck in traffic while they took 30 minutes to move a roller to the other side of the road. Ah, progressive.
I always feel a little strange going into stores. I look like I’ve got my pockets stuffed with shit I’m trying to steal. I have my keys and cell phone in one of the front pockets. It looks like I’m rocking a very twisted hard-on. My checkbook usually goes in the other pocket. It makes it look like a big rectangular slab has grown on the side of my leg. I expect five cops to jump out of… somewhere when I’m leaving a store and strip search me (I would only agree if they do it too). But, different pants have different effects. Some are much better than others. My tighter-fitting pants – my butt pants – oddly seem to do better than the loose/baggy ones. Unfortunately, I was wearing one of my baggy pants today (they do a horrible job of showing off my ass too).
I guess I just need to get a purse!
Tuesday, November 07, 2006
No GSA
Well, I chickened out. I didn’t go. I made it as far as the building the meeting was being held in but no farther. I’m kicking myself now for not going.
However, something interesting happened as I was walking away from the building – I met my brother going into the building. Hmm. I’ve always had my suspicions, and there is one particular guy that he seems to be really close with (and not so much in just the buddy-buddy way).
Of course, there are many other things in the building he could be going to, but it just seemed strange. I never see my brother on campus, and then, I just so happen to see him on the day of a GSA meeting going into the building where the meeting is.
It kind of made me feel better about not attending the meeting knowing he saw me leaving the building right before the meeting started. A witness that I didn’t go. I still have to brush off some of those suspicions until I formally come out.
On a slightly different note, the guy in my history class didn’t go to the meeting. I just saw him in the library (my common hour hang-out). God, he’s hot. Anyway, I didn’t miss anything in that respect by skipping the meeting. Maybe next time I’ll go though.
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My life hasn’t been very eventful lately. In a way, that’s a good thing; in a way, it’s not. It’s a nice change of pace, though, from the past month.
There may be a great thing happening next weekend. My parents are talking about visiting my great uncle who lives in a different state, and my brother will be gone for two days with that guy I was talking about. So, I would be left all alone. *evil grin* Someone will be going out that Friday night, even if he goes by himself!
Don’t know where I’ll go. There are two gay bars in the area, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I wish I had someone to go with in case I did get drunk (and turned into a slut). Cockblocker to the rescue! Seriously though, I might need a place to crash that night.
Anyone want to open their house or apartment to me next Friday? I’m a nice guy (when I’m sober, don’t know about when drunk), and I can sleep on the couch!
However, something interesting happened as I was walking away from the building – I met my brother going into the building. Hmm. I’ve always had my suspicions, and there is one particular guy that he seems to be really close with (and not so much in just the buddy-buddy way).
Of course, there are many other things in the building he could be going to, but it just seemed strange. I never see my brother on campus, and then, I just so happen to see him on the day of a GSA meeting going into the building where the meeting is.
It kind of made me feel better about not attending the meeting knowing he saw me leaving the building right before the meeting started. A witness that I didn’t go. I still have to brush off some of those suspicions until I formally come out.
On a slightly different note, the guy in my history class didn’t go to the meeting. I just saw him in the library (my common hour hang-out). God, he’s hot. Anyway, I didn’t miss anything in that respect by skipping the meeting. Maybe next time I’ll go though.
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My life hasn’t been very eventful lately. In a way, that’s a good thing; in a way, it’s not. It’s a nice change of pace, though, from the past month.
There may be a great thing happening next weekend. My parents are talking about visiting my great uncle who lives in a different state, and my brother will be gone for two days with that guy I was talking about. So, I would be left all alone. *evil grin* Someone will be going out that Friday night, even if he goes by himself!
Don’t know where I’ll go. There are two gay bars in the area, but I don’t know if I’m ready for that. I wish I had someone to go with in case I did get drunk (and turned into a slut). Cockblocker to the rescue! Seriously though, I might need a place to crash that night.
Anyone want to open their house or apartment to me next Friday? I’m a nice guy (when I’m sober, don’t know about when drunk), and I can sleep on the couch!
GSA
I’m over the loss of the Goat. I’ve moved on now… just so you know.
I’m probably going to the GSA meeting here on campus today. I feel I’ve got to do something or at least meet some other gay people. Maybe the guy in my history class will be there (I’ll admit it – that’s the main reason I want to go).
I hope it’s all right and not weird. I’m still a little uncomfortable discussing all that stuff. But, the sponsor is really nice. I’ve emailed her a few times, and she’s been great.
One of my fears in going is walking in and seeing someone I know. Worst yet is word getting back to my parents about me going to the meeting. I’m almost ready to come out, but I want to be the one initiating the conversation, not them. There aren’t many people here who know me, but I’ve seen first hand how quickly things can get back to my parents… no matter how well it seems to be covered up.
I’m probably going to the GSA meeting here on campus today. I feel I’ve got to do something or at least meet some other gay people. Maybe the guy in my history class will be there (I’ll admit it – that’s the main reason I want to go).
I hope it’s all right and not weird. I’m still a little uncomfortable discussing all that stuff. But, the sponsor is really nice. I’ve emailed her a few times, and she’s been great.
One of my fears in going is walking in and seeing someone I know. Worst yet is word getting back to my parents about me going to the meeting. I’m almost ready to come out, but I want to be the one initiating the conversation, not them. There aren’t many people here who know me, but I’ve seen first hand how quickly things can get back to my parents… no matter how well it seems to be covered up.
Friday, November 03, 2006
Fuck Me
If I were able to right now, I would go out and get drunk out of my mind. So drunk I’d pass out.
You know the GTO I wanted? Well, it’s gone. They sold it.
The car looked so promising. It was in very good condition and at a great price. I had gotten my hopes up about finally getting new car. I should have known better. I’ve had my hopes up many times before just to have them shattered for one shitty reason or another. You would think I would be used to it by now, but this time was different. I was closer than ever before. It was just out of my reach when it was snatched away. But, it’s gone now and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Why did this happen, you ask? My mom dragged her ass calling the bank to get a loan. She finally called Thursday, but the guy she knew – the one that could get us a sweet rate – was out until Monday. Had she called Monday when she was supposed to and said she would, I probably would have had the car Tuesday. But, I had no control over that. That was completely in her hands. I couldn’t get the same rate she could.
My parents, who would have to co-sign the loan, insisted we get the loan through our bank, because we could get a better rate, which is probably true. However, if you never contact the bank (or in this case, procrastinate your ass off doing so), you never get the loan thus never get the car. Next time, we’re financing the damn car, whatever it may be, through the fucking dealership. No bullshitting around getting a loan.
But, my mom loves this. She didn’t really want me to get the car anyway (the reason she dogged around calling the bank). She acted like she did though. She acted excited when we were at the dealership and even told me the car fit me exactly. But, my dad told me the truth when we were driving to my aunt’s new house last Saturday. Huh…
My parents were the ones who broke the news to me. They had gone to town and, to prove my dad wanted me to get the car, driven by the dealership to see if it was still there. Well, it wasn’t. They called me to tell me the bad news. I contemplated having some bad news (bad for them probably) of my own when they got home in the form of coming out. I decided against that, but I was still pissed beyond belief. I felt like punching something, shooting something, cussing someone/thing out, or all three all at the same time. If my mom had tried calling the bank earlier in the week, it wouldn’t have been a problem. I could understand that and be fine with it. That’s not what happened though, and I won’t soon be letting her forget that.
Hey, if they don’t want me moving out, they have to deal with my bitchiness (which is a direct result of their – well, my mom’s – actions, or lack of actions) while I’m here. I dream about moving out every day of the week… *sigh*
So, pass me another one! I've got several more to go to forget about all this.
You know the GTO I wanted? Well, it’s gone. They sold it.
The car looked so promising. It was in very good condition and at a great price. I had gotten my hopes up about finally getting new car. I should have known better. I’ve had my hopes up many times before just to have them shattered for one shitty reason or another. You would think I would be used to it by now, but this time was different. I was closer than ever before. It was just out of my reach when it was snatched away. But, it’s gone now and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Why did this happen, you ask? My mom dragged her ass calling the bank to get a loan. She finally called Thursday, but the guy she knew – the one that could get us a sweet rate – was out until Monday. Had she called Monday when she was supposed to and said she would, I probably would have had the car Tuesday. But, I had no control over that. That was completely in her hands. I couldn’t get the same rate she could.
My parents, who would have to co-sign the loan, insisted we get the loan through our bank, because we could get a better rate, which is probably true. However, if you never contact the bank (or in this case, procrastinate your ass off doing so), you never get the loan thus never get the car. Next time, we’re financing the damn car, whatever it may be, through the fucking dealership. No bullshitting around getting a loan.
But, my mom loves this. She didn’t really want me to get the car anyway (the reason she dogged around calling the bank). She acted like she did though. She acted excited when we were at the dealership and even told me the car fit me exactly. But, my dad told me the truth when we were driving to my aunt’s new house last Saturday. Huh…
My parents were the ones who broke the news to me. They had gone to town and, to prove my dad wanted me to get the car, driven by the dealership to see if it was still there. Well, it wasn’t. They called me to tell me the bad news. I contemplated having some bad news (bad for them probably) of my own when they got home in the form of coming out. I decided against that, but I was still pissed beyond belief. I felt like punching something, shooting something, cussing someone/thing out, or all three all at the same time. If my mom had tried calling the bank earlier in the week, it wouldn’t have been a problem. I could understand that and be fine with it. That’s not what happened though, and I won’t soon be letting her forget that.
Hey, if they don’t want me moving out, they have to deal with my bitchiness (which is a direct result of their – well, my mom’s – actions, or lack of actions) while I’m here. I dream about moving out every day of the week… *sigh*
So, pass me another one! I've got several more to go to forget about all this.
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