I think there's a transboy in my third-period class. I'm eighty to ninety percent sure. I mean, I don't think this is just me seeing queers everywhere. He doesn't just dress like a boy (even down to the boxer shorts sticking out of those awkward low-riding pants that boys so inexplicably like to wear) - he sounds like one, and walks like one. And he can't be a cisboy, as he's got breasts.

I want to talk to him. I want to ask him how he does that with his voice - I want to be able to sound less like a girl. I had an opportunity today, he was right there, and not doing anything, but I didn't do it. Scared, I was. But the opportunity was perfect - if I didn't do it then, will I ever?

In other news, I was thinking about pronouns last night. Ei, eis, eim (rhyming with say, ways, aim) seemed nice and unstressed without any inconvenient consonant sounds. I played around with putting them in sentences. My bird is here in eis cage, squeaking at me. Ei's always squeaking, it seems. Ei won't shut up, even when I give in to eis demands and take eim out of eis cage and let eim sit on my shoulder - sometimes ei keeps squeaking until I rub eis head, which requires me to give eim one of my hands and have only one hand left for whatever it is I'm doing: typing, turning pages, writing. Sorry, I got a bit sidetracked. 'Ei' won't catch on, but it does kind of work. Sometimes it sounds a little forced in my mind, but then I try substituting in 'she' and actually focusing on the word 'she,' and it sounds just as forced. Anyway.......

That's all.