i've never blogged before. i just signed up for oasis a few weeks ago and have been avidly reading the blogs and occasionally visiting the forums, but never posting.

As for not being straight, i realized that i for sure wasn't straight about 4 months ago. The thought had already crossed my mind in the months before, and at one point in those few months before i thought i was bisexual, but then i got really confused and considered myself questioning instead. But now, i'm finally sorting it out more. i know i'm attracted to girls, more so than guys i think, but i'm not sure where i stand with guys. I'm giving it some time and eventually i'll know more of where i stand in the scheme of things. For now, i'll focus on the females :).

Why do homosexuals not seem to be represented on English TV (the standard 5 channels) there seems to be little representation of homosexuals in either fiction or fact programmes with some exceptions.

::grin:: Ariel, Might just have a girlfriend. Yay! Anyway, I don't really know. Went out with her yesterday she was soooo shy it was sooooooo cute, she told me she wanted to "hang out" with me again. Ha ha. Aww soo sweet. Even, better she lives close to me! I want her to get on line so I can talk to her again.
Only, there is Pudding Dish, a girl in Boston..who I think I may have lead on a bit too much. But I like her too, Damnit. I like both of them.. what to do what to do. Then, again I hardly know either of them.. so I don't know what may happen in the future. Hopefully good things!

My band played on Friday, and it was hilariously dreadful!

What a funky dream, and its 5 am! Its somthing about me introducing my sister a homocidal asshole who started mutilate my family. I was trapped, but excaped, nobody cared to listen, but I would call 911 nobody listened there as well. I was left in the gutter to rot. I woke up trempling and scared. I took a gusty walk around the house and came back, turned on my computer and thought DANG BOY THIS IS NOT A REAL DREAM BUT HOMOCIDAL DREAM? OMG! WHAT DOES THAT MEAN?! I am still trembling from this dream, sweating and stuff.

Dan called earlier. Could I go camping, like we planned? I dashed upstairs to ask, and, making sure my voice was loud enough to carry to the phone receiver downstairs, asked mom if I could go (while avidly shaking my head.) She asked if there were chaperones. I replied in the negative. Her answer?