Today was an odd day to say the least. A very odd day. I was in such a bad, nasty mood for no absolute reason. A mood so bad that I actually flat up told people to go away when they approached me. Not the best moment. Also I was escorted out of my second period class by a police officer. They wouldn't tell me why. So to the entire 10 minute walk to the office (this school is fucking massive, Cinco Ranch is one of the largest in the country.) I had these terrible mental images of them searching my bag and finding all sorts of indecency (condoms, cough syrup, cigarettes, and a lighter to be exact) and me getting sent off to alternative school, and be forever hated by my parents. what really happened however was I was dresscoded because my sideburns were too long... what. the. fuck. So I basically had about 9 heart attacks for no reason, go fuck yourself Katy ISD. Ugh, and after a dismal theatre test (I failed MISERABLY), I hauled my ass through the rest of my schedule. And just when things were looking up, I remembered something. I have a three hour detention after school. Simply Lovely. And having Ms. De Castro, the school's choice fun gestapo Spanish teacher, made the entire experience even better. But I think the one thing I'm really bummed about was my English paper. Sounds stupid, I know, but I really wanted to do something with this essay. We basically had to write an essay over what our name means to us, what image comes to mind, and if we would change our name. One of the other topics we could have included was nicknames. And I really wanted to write about how people call me sandnigger and faggot, homo and queer, but i just couldn't pull myself to do it. I guess i was afraid I would be exploited or something. I don't know, I guess I really express myself through writing maybe a little more so than verbally, and i almost turned the roughdraft in. A paper blatantly called "Homosexual." But I chickened out and rewrote the paper and cut out the entire part about the slurs. Which disappoints me, because it felt repressing. That's probably why I've been writing so much lately. It's a strange time for me I guess. Everything really is changing in my world.