Today, I got to help out in a play that my drama teacher's friend is doing. like, professional. like whoa. super fun, even though i messed up and it was awkward.

at art class the last two guys i was silently praying were repressed gay tops ended up "flirting" with the girls next to me, if you could call it that.

"yeah, like, one time i got this sunburn? and it was like, red (points), red (points), and then my sides were like, regular."

"omg that sucks! i had, like, this time where i went to the beach with my friend and we went in the water and then, like, all of a sudden, this wave, like, swept ALL our stuff away. Like, her cellphone, her iPod (the other girl gasps)"

real quotes. i thank god every day that though i can still get aids and my ass will be sore more often, i am still not straight and thus don't have to go through this ordeal.

i had a plunge in self-confidence during art, and i felt ugly and stupid and all that good stuff. however, i came home, dressed totally crazy amazing, and now i'm going to a party. i feel better already.

it seems like saturdays are always depressing and i feel like shit and i feel like i look like shit. shit shit shit.

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oh, and
i talked to starbucks boy and he turned me down :[
he said he wanted to but the distance was a problem...
it hurt.