I think the people at my school are finally getting used to me. The only ones who run away from me in the halls are the ones I don't want to talk to anyway. My gayness has become just another quirk of The Weirdest Kid On Campus. I wonder if anyone will challenge me for the title?
I feel like I exist to do my homework. I have better things to do than figure out what x times 47 plus y equals. Math is so very, very pointless. To those who say it is a life skill I will need, I say: Calculator.
I hate 'teen drama'. I somehow ended up having to comfort/pay for the drinks of both my friend his ex-girlfriend. The entire notion of refering to someone as one's girl/boyfriend after THREE FUCKING DAYS is insane, and I ended up as the messenger service between them, being the only person (apperently) who is both detached and 'understands' both genders. "Sarah says that she said to tell you..." AAAAAAAHHHH! Fix your own goddessdamn relationships.
I now return to my crypt.