These crimes of illusion, are fooling us all...
Last night I went to the gay club and beforehand I pregamed and
I had three sour apple martinis and two rum and cokes and a shot of vodka. I was superbly drunk for the following two hours, as were many others including my little freshman who is taking over my job next year and whose TA I was last semester and
I am corrupting her ohsomuch.
Dancing with friends and grinding on the dancefloor and touching boys and girls and gayslesbiansbisexualstransgenders and everything in between can be fun. There were several times where I looked up and said why the fuck am I here and why is everyone around me singling Ashlee Simpson and
no you do not make me want to lala thank you.
The Oakland Review literary magazine accepted one of my poems and I was just a little shocked that it was of the caliber of the creative writing majors' poems that had been workshopped and honed and have meaning and purpose and whose authors had merit and
my poem was written in my notebook on a bus when I still wrote in pencil.
I went to a conference today and met thirty-odd new people who were all leaders in cultural organizations and I think some did a double take when they saw the gay man had been invited, because he had a culture too. We had to judge eachother with positive and negative cards and cooperate to build a salad and after seven hours with these people I hope we have more than just a facebook group to show it.
My friend's grandmother, who I met once in my life but I love in a completely nonsensical way, sent me a giant red stuffed lizard and for some strange reason it made me cry that someone would go through all this trouble for someone they don't know. She has the biggest heart ever and is such a caring person and
I hope to be that person one day.
Whenever I say goodbye on the phone or internet to two of my best friends I tell them I looooooove them and mean every extra "o" of it and I know they do too.
I tell myself I have the goal of getting a good internship and finding a good roomie and getting a 4.0 and finally getting some and
I worry that none of the above will actually happen.
One of of the pairs of candidates for Student Body President and Vice President put the logos of a bunch of organizations on their website without permission and I told them to take ALLIES' off and I ratted on them the other organizations and
maybe I'm a bitch but that's not cool.
I think I am too argumentative and I think I argue too much with certain people and I think I need to spend less time on and offline with said people because it is damaging and
I am getting sick of it.
I have several illogical desires right now including getting high, watching the sun rise, skydiving, messaging someone whose facebook profile intrigues me, dancing on my roof, shooting 151, mouthing off to a police officer, getting a pet, telling someone I used to have feelings for him, walking around naked and
finding religion.
I had three sour apple martinis and two rum and cokes and a shot of vodka. I was superbly drunk for the following two hours, as were many others including my little freshman who is taking over my job next year and whose TA I was last semester and
I am corrupting her ohsomuch.
Dancing with friends and grinding on the dancefloor and touching boys and girls and gayslesbiansbisexualstransgenders and everything in between can be fun. There were several times where I looked up and said why the fuck am I here and why is everyone around me singling Ashlee Simpson and
no you do not make me want to lala thank you.
The Oakland Review literary magazine accepted one of my poems and I was just a little shocked that it was of the caliber of the creative writing majors' poems that had been workshopped and honed and have meaning and purpose and whose authors had merit and
my poem was written in my notebook on a bus when I still wrote in pencil.
I went to a conference today and met thirty-odd new people who were all leaders in cultural organizations and I think some did a double take when they saw the gay man had been invited, because he had a culture too. We had to judge eachother with positive and negative cards and cooperate to build a salad and after seven hours with these people I hope we have more than just a facebook group to show it.
My friend's grandmother, who I met once in my life but I love in a completely nonsensical way, sent me a giant red stuffed lizard and for some strange reason it made me cry that someone would go through all this trouble for someone they don't know. She has the biggest heart ever and is such a caring person and
I hope to be that person one day.
Whenever I say goodbye on the phone or internet to two of my best friends I tell them I looooooove them and mean every extra "o" of it and I know they do too.
I tell myself I have the goal of getting a good internship and finding a good roomie and getting a 4.0 and finally getting some and
I worry that none of the above will actually happen.
One of of the pairs of candidates for Student Body President and Vice President put the logos of a bunch of organizations on their website without permission and I told them to take ALLIES' off and I ratted on them the other organizations and
maybe I'm a bitch but that's not cool.
I think I am too argumentative and I think I argue too much with certain people and I think I need to spend less time on and offline with said people because it is damaging and
I am getting sick of it.
I have several illogical desires right now including getting high, watching the sun rise, skydiving, messaging someone whose facebook profile intrigues me, dancing on my roof, shooting 151, mouthing off to a police officer, getting a pet, telling someone I used to have feelings for him, walking around naked and
finding religion.