It's good advice that you just can't take...and who would've thought it figures...
I love irony. It rocks. And I've been nervous since about 9:00 PM on Saturday because of it. Also, I'm sick. I've been sick since Saturday morning. It stinks. But that's not ironic. It just stinks. The irony has its roots waaaaaay back in April of 2004. For those of you who don't know the story (which is everyone, minus perhaps one person who knows about an eighth of it,) there's this girl at my school, Caitlin. For some reason, she had a crush on me. So, around the beginning of April or end of March, she started to pressure Emma (my sister) to coerce me into going out with her. So, eventually, I gave, and we agreed apon Maria's (probably the most authentic Mexican restaurant in Springfield that has much size and prominence.) We went there, and then to the Mudhouse for tira misu. Overall, it wasn't a bad time. However, that date was one in a series of things that helped me realize that I don't like this body. That I didn't feel comfortable as a guy. That I wanted to go out as a girl, with a girl. I was too scared to go out again as Caitlin wanted, and I hadn't yet figured it all out myself. I couldn't face her. School went, and summer came, and I finally got all this shit sorted out. But...it was summer. I wanted to find Caitlin, to explain it to her. To apologize. But I couldn't contact her during the summer. On top of that, I was too scared to attempt to contact her. School started again, and I started seeing Caitlin again in the halls, but I was still too scared. About midway through the school year, Caitlin calls Emma and wants to talk to me. She tells me that she has recently figured out that she's a lesbian. I suck at talking on the phone, so all I can do is mutter in recognition of this fact, the irony of that fact is solely grasped by me. So now we skip closer to the present. About a week and a half ago, I created an account on Myspace. I haven't put very much on there yet, just the barebones details. So, on Saturday, I recieve a message. It's from Caitlin. Turns out she found my page on Myspace, but didn't see the few clues I have on there to my identity for what they were. So she messaged me, thinking she had found another genetically female lesbian who goes to Central. The irony of that got me nervously giggling for the rest of the night. So now it's Monday, and sometime today I'm going to message her back, doing what I should have done months ago.