Misson Accomplished (sorta)
Today when I walked into my psych class, I was the first person to get handed back a test score. And of course, it's the highest in the class, so I'm already getting to feel like people are starting to look at me like a nerd. But eh, I only read 3 of the 4 chapters assigned, and I missed 2 periods. So it's not like I was studying hard or anything. =\
Anyways, the cute boy that sits next to me walked in about a minute late, after I had just gotten my score back, and he starts talking to me! So I talk back, we have a little bit of mindless banter here and there, and I get to know him a little bit. He's apparently the younger brother of a kid that I went to high school with, and he's big into philosophy(to what extent I have yet to figure out). So aside from the fact that he's cute as a button, he's smart too boot. Well, at least he'd make a good conversation partner from time to time. I want to talk to him more now. :(
Last night I was hanging out in front of BAM at east chase, sitting on a bench with my iPod waiting for jessica to meet me. This group of fat ugly people walk by and, I guess since I had music going, they felt as though whatever they said couldn't be over heard by their target. The big rotund, hairy ugly piece of flesh that walked by yelled "Fag!" and then kept going.
That's the second time I've had that said to me by passers-by. The first I was walking out of a bar with 2 hot women, and too drunk to respond. But I don't mind that they're yelling that at me. I'm just glad that I'm recognizably gay. That's what I wanted, so now the people I obviously wouldn't want to talk to won't talk to me, and the people that do, will do so because they're not gonna bite my head off when I tell them I'm gay.
I had japanese food yesterday and it was good. I even got to use my japanese skillz that I thought had left my brain completely. Jessica ordered a vodka tonic, but the bar tender was this little old japanese lady that spoke little english, and I got to play translator. And heh, when she asked for jessica's ID, she couldn't read it either, so I had to tell her in japanese how old she was. It made me feel special. :D I want more, but i don't know that it will suit my manorexia. Still, I've lost a bit of fat in my butt, which became obvious when a pair of shorts that usually loosely fits was literally falling off while I was walkign around yesterday. I was so afraid I was gonna be bare ass. :X
Gish cancelled again today, and I'm glad. I can't stand the way he looks at me. I want a man, but not some feminine 40 something that's into little boys. I don't have a fucking daddy complex. Everytime I walk by the man (which happens way too frequently, oddly), he gives me this creepy ass smirk and waves. I can't imagine the other students get this shit.
Also, a 33 year old mexican man dropped a little piece of paper on my lap as he walked by while I was sitting on the bench at eastchase that left his age, phone number, and a lovely little greeting saying: I like oral. How quaint. Well, on the positive side of things, I can't say I haven't been hit on. Just wish it was more appropriate candidates.
Anyways, the cute boy that sits next to me walked in about a minute late, after I had just gotten my score back, and he starts talking to me! So I talk back, we have a little bit of mindless banter here and there, and I get to know him a little bit. He's apparently the younger brother of a kid that I went to high school with, and he's big into philosophy(to what extent I have yet to figure out). So aside from the fact that he's cute as a button, he's smart too boot. Well, at least he'd make a good conversation partner from time to time. I want to talk to him more now. :(
Last night I was hanging out in front of BAM at east chase, sitting on a bench with my iPod waiting for jessica to meet me. This group of fat ugly people walk by and, I guess since I had music going, they felt as though whatever they said couldn't be over heard by their target. The big rotund, hairy ugly piece of flesh that walked by yelled "Fag!" and then kept going.
That's the second time I've had that said to me by passers-by. The first I was walking out of a bar with 2 hot women, and too drunk to respond. But I don't mind that they're yelling that at me. I'm just glad that I'm recognizably gay. That's what I wanted, so now the people I obviously wouldn't want to talk to won't talk to me, and the people that do, will do so because they're not gonna bite my head off when I tell them I'm gay.
I had japanese food yesterday and it was good. I even got to use my japanese skillz that I thought had left my brain completely. Jessica ordered a vodka tonic, but the bar tender was this little old japanese lady that spoke little english, and I got to play translator. And heh, when she asked for jessica's ID, she couldn't read it either, so I had to tell her in japanese how old she was. It made me feel special. :D I want more, but i don't know that it will suit my manorexia. Still, I've lost a bit of fat in my butt, which became obvious when a pair of shorts that usually loosely fits was literally falling off while I was walkign around yesterday. I was so afraid I was gonna be bare ass. :X
Gish cancelled again today, and I'm glad. I can't stand the way he looks at me. I want a man, but not some feminine 40 something that's into little boys. I don't have a fucking daddy complex. Everytime I walk by the man (which happens way too frequently, oddly), he gives me this creepy ass smirk and waves. I can't imagine the other students get this shit.
Also, a 33 year old mexican man dropped a little piece of paper on my lap as he walked by while I was sitting on the bench at eastchase that left his age, phone number, and a lovely little greeting saying: I like oral. How quaint. Well, on the positive side of things, I can't say I haven't been hit on. Just wish it was more appropriate candidates.